The young aunt's attire was rather peculiar. She wore a bleached white daoist robe, a wooden hairpin adorned her bun, and she held a talisman in her left hand while a sword rested in her right. Behind her, she carried an unfamiliar seven-star sword.,Su Wanwan was very sensitive to the atmosphere around her, but she didn't understand why everyone was so sad after she had merely stated a fact.,Once a bustling dirt road, it is now eerily quiet.。