Apart from Yun Jin, who was the likely candidate, and a dazed Qian Xiao, the other twenty-one young Martial Artists all stared over with strange expressions.
Your dad? Who the hell is your dad?
Deng Shu of the Penglai Sword Pavilion sneered. "The one with the wooden sword claiming he'd leave his name on the Sword Ranking was already the funniest joke I've heard all year. I can't believe there's another one like you."
Another sect disciple laughed as well. "Little girl, you may not know this, but only a peerless powerhouse can leave their name on that Sword Ranking. Your father, I'm afraid…"
He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present knew what he meant.
Facing their doubt, Xu Yiyi puffed up her cheeks and declared word by word, "My dad is the most powerful person in the world! It has to be him!"
"Uncle Xu can fly, make cloud candy, and even took us to Sea City! He can definitely do it," Qian Xiao chimed in.
