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.,Wanwan stroked her belly, her eyes filled with satisfaction.,Clouds layered upon each other, merging into one another, dispersing streaks of crimson lightning accompanied by booming thunder.。