The Minotaur thought it was being cautious in its actions, so there was no reason for Lin Yun to discern anything.
But Lin Yun had wandered the jianghu until now, precisely because he didn't play by the rules.
Our deductions never relied on evidence either.
"Why should I trouble you to owe a favor? Although Wugui City is far away, it's been a long time since I saw that friend of mine—just the right time to catch up on old times," Lin Yun said.
With the conversation reaching that point, even the slowest person would realize something was amiss. The smiles on the faces of the Minotaur and Meng Po gradually receded, turning somewhat gloomy.
The atmosphere became tense. Liu Ji silently gripped the longsword in his hand; he had been a mere spectator in the earlier fight, offering no help. If he had to step in now, he just hoped that he could deliver his strongest blow. Even if it only created a slight opportunity for Lin Yun and the others, it would be worth it.