Lord White Emperor remembered that every time Chen Pingping spoke like this, a huge pit was always waiting for her behind the words.
She doesn't want to jump, but not jumping would be a loss of face.
So, she remained vigilant.
Sure enough...
After complimenting her seven or eight times, Chen Pingping began to get to the point: "I used to have a dream: to muddle through life, find a few Tao Companions, have a bunch of kids, and then find a utopia to live a peaceful life."
White Emperor raised an eyebrow: "Why are you telling me this?"
"Doesn't Lord White Emperor want the same?" Chen Pingping asked.
"What's it to you?"
"Of course, it matters. Though you're of the Demon Race and I'm of the Human Clan—a different race altogether—we are ultimately beings of the human world. We were born here, opened our eyes to see every blade of grass and tree in this world, and we accept everything here, but... our innate value has not been reciprocated by this world," Chen Pingping said softly.
