"Yes," the butler replied. He cast a discreet glance at Ye Qianning before leaving.
Xiang Minghou carried Ye Qianning into the main hall and sat in the host's seat, not once letting the chubby child out of his arms.
"Father, am I heavy?" Ye Qianning asked, looking up.
"Not at all. I can wield a greatsword that weighs over a hundred pounds. You're just a little thing! If anything, I think you're too thin." As he spoke, Xiang Minghou tossed her into the air a couple of times.
Hearing this, Ye Qianning's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Of course. If you don't believe me, tomorrow I'll perform a set of the Xiang family's greatsword forms for you. My greatsword weighs over a hundred pounds." Xiang Minghou wasn't just boasting. The ancestors of the Xiang family were all greatsword wielders. On the battlefield, even if a swing missed its mark, the force alone could smash a man to a pulp.
