I didn't expect that early in the morning, the Fifth Lord, again showing his undying prowess, continued the battle. The benefits of being a Martial Artist skilled in Dark Force were perfectly demonstrated at this moment.
Half an hour later, hearing the sounds of battle outside subside, Wang Longhu finally pushed open the door and went out.
At a glance, he saw the Fifth Lord pressing a person to the carpet. Except for the Fifth Lord's silver hair, symbolizing his age, his physique was as robust as that of a man in his thirties.
Wang Longhu fetched a bottle of water, sat down and drank it, asking, "Fifth Lord, still strong and vigorous, aren't you?"
"Don't joke with me. I'm more impressed with you. So many long-legged beauties last night, and you didn't take even one with you. You're a tough one." The Fifth Lord picked up a blanket to wrap around his waist, stretching comfortably.
