Having determined when the Gambling Match took place, Chen Lin focused even more intently.
If this scene had not been selected at random, then Niuniu had most likely arranged it. She wanted to convey something to him.
But Chen Lin felt that Niuniu probably did not have that ability.
Never mind her.
Even if the Nightmare King were resurrected, his level would still be far below that of the Casino. Among the gamblers here were plenty of beings comparable to the Nightmare King, and even some capable of slaying him.
The one who had killed the Nightmare King back then was the Grand Punishment Mage, Yun Feiyu. That meant the Nightmare King's strength had only been equivalent to an ordinary High-tier Dominator's.
He definitely had not reached the primordial realm.
Besides.
If the scene captured for this Gambling Match came from before he met Niuniu, she could simply have told him whatever she wanted to say. Later on, Niuniu had already been freed of her restraints, and most of her memories had returned.
He could not untangle it.
Chen Lin stopped dwelling on it and watched the scene closely.
Niuniu did not look at the Conical-Hat Man beside her. After casting her Fishing Rod, she took out a little stool and sat on it with one leg crossed over the other.
The stool was woven from grass as well.
But instead of fully ripened yellow straw, it was made of tender, green grass, much like the grass San Niu had used to weave the Grass Mandarin Duck back then. He wondered whether that meant anything.
"Heh."
Chen Lin laughed inwardly at himself.
He really was being far too sensitive. Clearly, his state of mind still needed tempering; he could not truly remain as still as undisturbed water.
Whoosh!
Just then,