Mad?
Chen Pingping didn't see it that way. He firmly believed in a saying: those who fear death cannot feast on meat; those who fear death cannot become mighty.
Right now, there was a great opportunity, so why not seize it?
A Quasi-Emperor Weapon was not a common Divine Weapon.
Not to mention Yu Changfeng's Quasi-Emperor Weapon, which had once challenged a Heaven Tao Divine Weapon...
Although it had failed, Chen Pingping believed it was stronger than any other Quasi-Emperor Weapon.
Chen Pingping's eyes sparkled as he began to gently coax, "Young one, oh... no, young Phoenix, do you have dreams? Do you have aspirations? Do you yearn for strength? Do you wish to become a supreme existence?"
"..."
"You must have imagined your ancestors' unparalleled grace, soaring upwards ninety thousand li, with a flap of their wings, looking down upon all under heaven. Just picture that scene..."
"Stop it."
"Are you moved yet?" Chen Pingping said, grinning at her.
