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The rain was falling heavily, drumming on the ground and stirring up the earthy scent of wet soil. It splashed onto the surface of the lake, creating ripples that spread outwards. It fell upon passersby's heads, eliciting low grumbles of annoyance.,"Just as I guessed." Meng Jingzhou patted Lu Yang's shoulder, looking like he had found a kindred spirit. The more he looked at Lu Yang, the more he felt that this person was as talented as himself, a natural seed for cultivation.,Meng Jingzhou didn't think much of it: "Maybe I have a magical treasure on me that can keep me dry. That's pretty common in the mortal world."。