Lu Yin understood. No wonder so many people knew the Life and Death Profound Art: the old man on Tuofu Star, Brother Hui, and even people from the Tree Starry Sky. They had all learned of it because the Death Race had spread it in search of someone who could successfully cultivate it. He also understood why the Death Race had been certain his inheritance could not be stolen. There was no need to steal it in the first place. The Life and Death Profound Art itself was the inheritance.
"Does my lord believe us now? We mean you no harm. You're the only one who has successfully cultivated it. In the future, you'll be able to create death energy. You're the foundation that will allow our Death Race to endure," Tong Yu said. That was the main reason she had sought Lu Yin out: to tell him where his inheritance came from and make him understand that the Death Race wasn't his enemy.
Lu Yin was still wary of Tong Yu, but, to be honest, he was starting to believe her. The Life and Death Profound Art couldn't be faked. His Death God Transformation had been derived from it, and no one had ever successfully cultivated the art. There was nothing to steal.
Even so, he remained wary of the Death Race. He couldn't bring himself to trust one of its members so easily. "If I'm so important to you, why didn't you help me when I was in danger so many times?"
Tong Yu blinked. "Because of the Life and Death Profound Art."
Lu Yin was taken aback. That did sound plausible. He'd nearly died several times, but each time he had survived thanks to the Life and Death Profound Art. Still, something felt off.
Tong Yu sighed.