He was in a good mood. As long as he could unclog all the meridians in his body, he could cultivate the fiend race's unique skills. He did not need to use other people's names to hide when he returned to his peak state.

"Young Master!"

At that moment, a servant cautiously walked to the door and called to him. "A guest has arrived downstairs. He said he is from the Shaolin Monastery."

He opened his eyes; there was a trace of cruelty in his eyes. Lennox had died in the Lambert Villa. He had gue