"This is your home, isn't it?" Natasha could not help but ask.

Andrew shook his head. "It used to be, but not anymore. This is just my house now."

With that, he strode confidently through the entrance.

At the Lloyd family compound's main gate, aside from two stone statues that looked run-down, there were no other decent decorations whatsoever. Unlike some nouveau riche families that hired martial kings or even martial saints as guards to display their prestige and extraordinary status, the