She remembered. Chen Pingping possessed the Clone Skill.
However, this guy could actually revive an Emperor Weapon while simultaneously casting his Clone Skill.
Chen Shixian clicked her tongue in amazement, sizing him up before speaking in a low, enigmatic tone, "That little Demon Race girl isn't bad looking at all!"
Chen Pingping: "..."
"How old is she?" Chen Shixian asked again. "She even has an Emperor Weapon. Looks like she's from a prominent family. She'd be a good match for you."
"..."
"Lucky you. How far have things progressed?" Chen Shixian smiled.
"You're overthinking it. We're just friends," Chen Pingping stated indifferently.
"What kind of friends?"
"Just friends!" Chen Pingping rolled his eyes. "Can't you speak properly?"
"'I can...'" Chen Shixian pursed her lips, averted her gaze, and then said, "To think you'd sacrifice yourself to revive an Emperor Weapon for a little Demon Race girl. How noble of you."
"I did it for you too," Chen Pingping glared at her.
