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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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!,Meng Jingzhou waved his hand, a confident look on his face: "My carriage is a treasure. Even those powerful cultivators and reclusive old monsters can't use their divine sense to detect this place."。