"As for Hui Jue, I believe he too will not admit to it, but the plain noodles on the table do serve as evidence." Explaining the matter regarding Hui Jue was indeed troublesome, and at this point, the only thing that could be utilized was the few bowls of plain noodles on the dining table.
Moreover, it was difficult for him to speak the words that suggested Hui Jue intended to defile Ye Xiyao, as it would be an immense insult to Xiyao.
"What's wrong with the plain noodles? The person lying on the dining table is your companion, right? Has he been hurt?" A monk quickly stepped forward to check, but he did not consider the possibility of drugging; instead, he thought that perhaps Brother Hui Jue had injured Li Changlin's companion, which is what caused Li Changlin's fierce anger.
"We did not touch those two bowls of plain noodles. If Master doesn't mind, you can taste them yourself." Li Changlin glanced over and spoke indifferently.
