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This was his first time traveling far from home, and he had no experience. The rain came suddenly, soaking him through. His shoes were covered in mud, making every step feel like the ground was actively trying to trip him up - he needed to pull his feet out of the puddles.,"Meng Jingzhou." The carriage owner, like his voice, was a carefree young man, cheerful and amiable, as if he could strike up a conversation with anyone.,Lu Yang felt a little ashamed: "Who wouldn't want to enter the Wudao Sect"。