The tea flowed into his stomach like a clear spring, instantly calming Chen Lin's heart. His spirit platform became clear and untainted by dust, and for a moment, he seemed to gain a deeper understanding of all things in the world.
When he reviewed the book's contents again, they were no longer so obscure. He could easily grasp their key principles.
Understanding dawned on him.
It seemed that to leave this place, he needed to thoroughly comprehend the books he obtained.
This speculation left Chen Lin utterly speechless.
The Shadow Scholar thought far too highly of him. Without the tea's assistance, comprehending such profound theoretical knowledge would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Could his killing of the Black Armor Duke also have been part of the other party's scheme? Had the Shadow Scholar been certain he could obtain a large quantity of Seven-Color Nightmare Coins?
That was unlikely.
Chen Lin dismissed the idea.
He was a Destiny Practitioner himself and knew full well that the future held infinite variations. No one could account for everything.
No matter how powerful the other party was, even if he could reshape spacetime and travel through the past and future, he could not manipulate even a trivial matter like this. The power of rules required would be so immense that it exceeded even the Creator's limits.
If he could do that...
He would not have been trapped in this Creation Tome.
Then...
The other party must have been certain that anyone who could reach this place would possess exceptional aptitude. Or perhaps opening the secret realm normally with twelve zodiac beasts would produce a different result.
Chen Lin was an "accident."
Perhaps his very existence was an accident, and he was not the person the other party had designated.
After letting his