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 guessed that the Shaolin Sect would send someone to investigate, but he did not expect them to come so soon.

"Bring them here," he said indifferently.

The servant responded, turned around, and went downstairs.

As soon as the servant left, Archfiend Antigonus stood up and lay on the sofa next to him, with a towel on his head, looking very weak.

He heard footsteps as soon as he was done. Then, a few servants led a few people up the stairs, and he noticed a tall monk in the front of the group. He