The bamboo cane in Chang Wuwu's hand looks ordinary and ordinary, the color is white and four knots, and there are dense inscriptions on it, but unfortunately I can't see the words on it too far away, the top of the bamboo cane is wrapped in gray cloth, and Chang Wuwu carelessly takes off the gray cloth in front of me. It was still a white drape, often useless to hold the bamboo cane in one hand, and a dark light flashed from the bamboo cane, and the bamboo cane, which was only four knots high, gradually grew larger in the dark light, until I clearly saw a white banner protected by the halo of Xuanguang