Reduced to Ashes

Beiming Xue looked at Su Zimo pleadingly.

"Accept it,"

Su Zimo nodded calmly.

It was nothing much for his eldest disciple to accept a perfect-grade spirit weapon.

His Essence Spirit could not be used and he could not open his storage bag.

Otherwise, he would have been able to take out at least 10 connate spirit weapons from his storage bag!

When she heard Su Zimo's words, Beiming Xue took the silver inner armor. Even with her steady personality, her eyes revealed a hint of joy.

The Beiming aristocratic family had a deep foundation as well.

However, after being oppressed by the three aristocratic families all these years, their foundation had long been exhausted.

The connate, perfect and supreme-grade spirit weapons passed down by the Beiming aristocratic family had long been snatched away by the cultivators of the three aristocratic families.