Disciple of a Half-Martial Ancestor

The Beiming clan leader looked at Beiming Xue and her brother. "I'm already old. From now on, the Beiming clan will have to rely on the two of you. You guys can make the decision for this matter."

"I won't stay in the family clan either,"

Beiming Xue shook her head gently. "My Dao cannot be found here. Little brother, make the decision."

Su Zimo felt slightly relieved when he heard that.

Beiming Xue cultivated the Martial Dao.

Her world was the boundless cultivation world that contained countless secret opportunities outside, not this puny Beiming Town.

If Beiming Xue were to stay in Beiming Town to develop her family, no matter how talented she was, her attainments in the Martial Dao would be limited.

"Sister, I'm still young. Please stay and help me,"

Beiming Ao could not help but say reluctantly.

He was only 15 years old after all.