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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.,"And what about Su Wanwan" He Qiong didn't ask back.,He didn't want to say another word to this kind of person. After changing to a new pair of investigators, he left.。