"Outer Disciples who haven't drawn their numbers, please come forward to draw!"
Watching the expressions of the disciples, Su He felt a mix of amusement and resignation, but he did not pay much attention. Such occurrences were just minor interruptions that happened every year. After he spoke, the remaining Outer Disciples had no choice but to reluctantly draw a green token.
"Cao Luo, green token number twelve!"
"Zhao Ningshu, green token number thirty-three!"
"..."
As Su He announced these names, Yun Xiao could clearly see the relief on the faces of Zhao Ningshu and Cao Luo, likely relieved they didn't draw opponents like Feng Hang or Guan Tong, thus potentially having a better chance.
"Song Tian, green token number eight!"
At some point, while everyone was drawing green tokens, Su He suddenly shouted this out, causing everyone to be momentarily startled, then shifting their gazes onto the unlucky Song Tian.