Blame everything on the elusive luck.
Host: "..."
This girl sure knows how to confront.
He thought quietly, but still stood in the middle of the living room holding the sign tube, saying nothing more.
Lawrence Winters sat on the sofa, supporting his head with his hand, his legs faintly aching.
Walking for two hours was enough exercise, but his knees were uncomfortable.
Mr. Zhuge smiled, trying to ease the tension, "Everyone's been through this. We draw lots every session; it's a sustainable way, I suppose."
Lawrence Winters lowered his eyes expressionlessly, saying lightly, "Then you draw, I'll follow."
He was in the Peony Group, with Mr. Zhuge, Daoist Wang, and another tall, skinny Daoist.
The other group was the Peony Group, with Daoist Zhou, Daoist Wu, Daoist Zheng, and Daoist Xu.
Mr. Zhuge signaled Daoist Quan to draw lots for their Peony Group, while Daoist Zhou drew for the Peony Group since he was ranked highest in the preliminaries.
