Buddhist Dao Fire

"Holy…"

Nangong Ling's lips quivered and he almost bit his tongue.

This was way too generous!

No matter what, perfect-grade Dharmic weapons were extremely rare.

Although they were disciples of the largest weapon refinement sect in Tianhuang Mainland and were experienced and knowledgeable, they had never seen anyone who could give away perfect Dharmic weapons so casually.

His expression and casualness were akin to throwing a cabbage by the roadside!

Ru Xuan's reaction was even more intense. She jumped up from her spot and ran to Su Zimo's side.

Before Su Zimo could react, Ru Xuan had already tugged at his sleeves and shouted sweetly, "Little Uncle-Master, Little Uncle-Master, Little Uncle-Master…!"

It seemed like she was not going to stop until Su Zimo took out his gift.

Su Zimo flipped his palm and waved it in front of Ru Xuan.

Ru Xuan's eyes widened instantly.