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.,Li Chunmei waited in the interrogation room for two hours, getting a little anxious.,The city walls lay broken, dilapidated and withered. Everywhere you looked, collapsed houses stood as silent witnesses to ruin. And the earth was covered in a carpet of shattered brick, a mosaic of broken pieces like autumn leaves, decaying silently.。