Watching Zhao Feiying about to kneel down, Lin Dong quickly supported him back up.
"Divine General Fei Ying, what are you doing? This isn't necessary," Lin Dong protested.
Zhao Feiying still insisted on kneeling.
"Master Lin, unless you agree not to delay assuming the position of acting War God, I will kneel here indefinitely." He knew that by doing this, Lin Dong could hardly refuse.
So, he deliberately pretended to kneel again.
Lin Dong quickly supported him, thinking to himself how cunning these old foxes from the War Department were.
"I agree, I agree," said Lin Dong hastily.
He couldn't really let a senior Divine General like Zhao Feiying kneel and beg him; Lin Dong didn't have such a thick face.
If he really let him kneel, wouldn't that shorten Lin Dong's life?
And hearing Lin Dong's agreement, Zhao Feiying laughed hysterically, "Then I'll just call you War God Lin."