The Soul-Pillar Pagoda was silent.
Everyone's eyes were on Nangong Xuan, waiting for his response.
Throughout the years of the Alchemist tournament, Feng Wuchen was the first to dare to question Nangong Xuan.
"Even if we redraw lots, it doesn't mean Limoyang and the others will all draw weak opponents. As long as one person loses, I win. Besides, it doesn't matter how much Gefeng draws; he'll still end up against Yangmubai. If I don't agree, wouldn't I be losing face and indirectly admitting to tampering?" Nangong Xuan pondered to himself.
"Fine, I accept your challenge," Nangong Xuan agreed.
"The competition is paused; everyone will redraw lots," Nangong Xuan said calmly, showing no worry about the redraw.
"I'll first go teach them how to win and then come back for the draw," Feng Wuchen said with a smile, leading Limoyang and the others to a nearby palace.
"A way to win?" Chu Tianshu frowned slightly, unable to guess what Feng Wuchen was planning.
