His Bloodline

Little Sweetcake did not cry as much as before. Instead, she was happy.

When she mentioned her father's eyes, she even raised her chin proudly.

"My father's eyes are beautiful purple. They're Sweetcake's favorite purple!"

Mo Beiyuan had always endured great malice from strangers because of his strange eyes. Now, for the first time, he felt warm kindness.

Bun said again, "My father's cultivation is at the Saint Realm. There are only five Saint Realm experts in the entire five countries, and he's the strongest. Where's your father?"

Little Sweetcake actually did not know what a Saint-level cultivation was, but she knew that her brother was definitely right, so she nodded her head.

"That's right, that's right. My father is the most powerful father. He's very good at hitting big baddie eggs. Does your father also know how to hit big baddie eggs?"