The sound of tapping came from behind, catching Lu Yang's attention.,"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.,The place they had just passed through was still pouring with rain, while where they were, the sun shone brightly, birds sang, and flowers bloomed. It was as if a peerless sword qi had divided the world into two halves of yin and yang, never to intersect again.。