Pingxin Niangniang's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement as she said calmly, "I've heard that you sent Nuwa a hundred Immortal Dresses, all of which you crafted by hand."
Bai Jin was shocked. Had Nuwa Niangniang betrayed me? He quickly trotted forward and sat on the green stone beneath Pingxin Niangniang's Cloud Bed, massaging her legs and lamenting, "It would have been fine not to mention this, but thinking about it fills my heart with grievances that have nowhere to be voiced!"
"Grievances? What grievances do you have?"
"Niangniang, I am in such a difficult position! As a proud Heavenly Emperor and also one of the leading figures among the Mysterious Sect's third generation disciples, just because I unknowingly offended Nuwa Niangniang, she actually punished me to weave Immortal Dresses for her, insisting that I must do it with my own hands and not delegate the task to anyone else.
Niangniang, wouldn't you say Nuwa is humiliating me? I have my pride too!"
