"Congratulations, you've drawn Bai Zhen."
The burly man read out the name on the paper loudly.
What was that? It was actually Bai Zhen?
Lu Chentian's expression changed when he heard the name. His eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.
"Is there something wrong with Bai Zhen?" Xiao Jinglun asked curiously.
"There is a big problem! As far as I know, Bai Zhen seems to have the weakest cultivation among the slaves. He has only just reached the Divine Mansion realm," He clenched his fists and replied.
What? The slave with the weakest cultivation?
Hearing this, Xiao Jinglun and Yin Siming frowned.
"In that case, no matter who the Black Demon Palace's Lord Qin Xiuluo draws, the exile he draws will bound to be stronger than Bai Zhen?"
"Indeed. To think Brother Lin's luck... is so poor, he actually drew the famous trash, Bai Zhen."
Lu Chentian kept sighing. At this moment, his eyes were filled with despair.