Thousand Machine Strange Performance was troubled, but soon it thought of something. "I know when Death God stole your corpse, and I didn't stop him. Does that count?"
Lu Yin frowned. "You were watching Death God?"
"No, I was just watching your corpse. I know Wang Wen. He doesn't do things without a reason. You were clearly dead back then, yet he still kept your corpse. The reason might have made sense to those few Masters, but it sounded ridiculous to me. Wang Wen had countless ways to expose everything the humans had faked, because he was human himself—and the most devious one at that."
"Why go to all that trouble to keep your corpse? Actually, if those Masters hadn't wanted to leave your corpse behind, I believe he would've found another way to try. For example, he could've immediately fabricated a version of you, forcing those Masters to keep your corpse as proof that you were dead. He was capable of that."
"So I kept watching your corpse, right there in the Main River of Time. In the end, my patience paid off, and I saw Death God steal it. I didn't stop him. Otherwise, I could've also stopped your consciousness from returning to your body during the battle at Disorderly Heaven."
Lu Yin nodded. "That sounds sincere, but whether you watched Death God steal my corpse or would've intervened in the battle at Disorderly Heaven, that's all based on your own words. No one can prove it."
With that, he stood and stared at Thousand Machine Strange Performance. "I want concrete proof. Something that'll make me trust you."
Thousand Machine Strange Performance bared its teeth. "I have to say, you and Wang Wen are cut from the same cloth. You already trust me, but you still want to