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"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.,To choose to ignore it would mean watching five people be run over with your own eyes. Logically, it might make sense, but it would weigh heavily on my conscience.,"Mom, this is way more impressive than our Meng family estate," Meng Jingzhou said, rubbing his hands together nervously. Thinking about how he would soon pass the test and become a member of the Wenda Sect, excitement filled his heart more than anything else.。