Su Wanwan sat on the office chair with a cloth bag bigger than herself in her small hands, waving her little legs in the air one by one.,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.,This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old, ragged and filthy, with a broken leather pouch tied around his waist.。