Gift

"Sister, what happened?"

Beiming Ao closed the door and could not help but ask, "Where's Nangong Yu and the others?"

"They're gone."

Beiming Xue replied ambiguously.

If she were to tell the truth, it would be difficult to hide Su Zimo's identity.

She was smart and was extremely cautious. She knew that Su Zimo's identity was sensitive and could not reveal it casually, even if this was her younger brother!

"Gone?"

Beiming Ao was puzzled.

Beiming Xue changed the topic and asked, "Little brother, the aristocratic family competition is about to begin. What's your weapon?"

Beiming Ao was delighted when he heard that and took out a flying sword from his storage bag. It was etched with three spirit patterns—it was a superior-grade spirit weapon.

"Sister, look!"

He said smugly, "This was given to me by the old clan leader! There aren't many superior-grade spirit weapons in the entire Beiming Town!"