"Wait," Tong Yu called out. She looked at Lu Yin and spoke with complete seriousness. "My lord, whether you believe me or not, one day you will be the lord of my Death God Race."
"I believe you," Lu Yin replied readily.
Tong Yu blinked. "You don't believe me."
"I believe you," Lu Yin repeated.
Tong Yu paused, her expression stubborn. "You don't believe me."
Lu Yin was speechless. "I said I believe you."
Tong Yu pursed her lips. "You just don't believe me."
"What do I have to say for you to believe that I believe you?" Lu Yin asked helplessly. He really didn't believe her; he just wanted to get away from this woman as quickly as possible.
Tong Yu thought for a moment, her gaze turning hazy. "I don't know either. I just feel like you don't believe me. My mission is to make you believe that my Death God Race is willing to accept you as our lord."
"Mission?" Lu Yin asked curiously. "Who gave you that mission?"
"The Chief Judge," Tong Yu replied.
Lu Yin's heart skipped a beat. The title "Chief Judge" carried too much baggage. He had nearly thought she meant Senior Disciple Brother, the Chief Judge, but the person Tong Yu meant was the Chief Judge of the Dark Tribunal.
"Is the Chief Judge the leader of the Death God Race?" Lu Yin asked.
Tong Yu nodded. "Yes. The Chief Judge sent me to find you and make sure you believe in my Death God Race's sincerity."
"And if I simply don't believe you?" Lu Yin asked.
Tong Yu stubbornly replied, "Then I'll follow you until you do."
Lu Yin tested her. "You're not going to hit me, are you?"
Tong Yu laughed. "My lord, you're so funny. You're the king of