Myriad Forms City.
Chen Lin sat in the Spirit Wine House, concentrating on what had just happened.
The letter the White-Bearded Old Man had mentioned was undoubtedly the one Niuniu had given him.
The man had taken every Drifting Bottle away. His purpose was obvious: he did not want Niuniu's letter to fall into Chen Lin's hands.
But he had been a step too late.
Why, though, had he only acted now?
After some consideration, Chen Lin arrived at several possibilities.
The first was that the old man, or the force behind him, had only recently deduced the letter's existence. After all, it was a letter from the past. Even with heaven-reaching abilities, they could not possibly calculate everything with perfect precision.
If that was the case, it would have no effect on him.
He had already been questioned, and the White-Robed Old Man was quite conceited. He probably would not come under suspicion again.
Moreover, the old man had not killed him outright, which meant that either he was not cruel by nature or he was constrained by the scenario's rules.
The latter was more likely.
There was a second possibility.
Chen Lin suspected that the Drift Bottle Scenario was extremely vast, so much so that even the White-Robed Old Man could not control the entire scenario.
That was why he had failed to intercept the Drifting Bottles before Chen Lin received Niuniu's letter.
Or perhaps there was another explanation.
His receiving Niuniu's letter had changed the course of the future, and only then had that change been detected.
It was also possible that the powerful being who had sealed Niuniu away had forced some information out of the Niuniu of the present.
In short, there were plenty of possibilities, but no way to be certain.
Chen Lin shook