Holy Lord

"Then, Mister Su, could this be..."

Liu Hongmin could not help looking toward Su Jingyuan.

Su Jingyuan nodded. "The Holy Lord."

"He has come out of seclusion."

Su Jingyuan was not mistaken.

The news that the Holy Lord had come out of seclusion had already spread through the headquarters building like a storm.

When Su Jingyuan and Liu Hongmin stepped out onto the top floor of the building, the corridor was already packed with people.

Everyone who could stand here was an important figure within Shenghui Group.

But only a handful were destined to meet the Holy Lord in person.

Su Jingyuan was one of them.

Thus, when he arrived, everyone else automatically made way for him.

They also cast envious looks his way.

Su Jingyuan's own combat strength and cultivation realm were not particularly high, but the fact that the Holy Lord favored him was undeniable.

Otherwise, how could he have commanded Bai Yun, ranked third among the blood descendants?

Liu Hongmin walked behind Su Jingyuan, basking in his reflected glory.

They arrived before a large door.

Two guards blocked Su Jingyuan.

Liu Hongmin flew into a rage. "Have you gone mad?"

"You dare stop Mister Su?"

The two guards were covered in sweat. Of course they knew the consequences of doing this.

But they could not afford to offend the person who had ordered them to do so.

Su Jingyuan did not need to guess. It was certainly Yinghua's doing.

At that moment.

A voice came from inside the door. "Is that Jingyuan?"

"Come in."

It was the Holy Lord's voice.

"Didn't you hear him? Get out of the way!" Liu Hongmin glared at them.

The two guards did not dare overstep their bounds and hurriedly moved aside.

Liu Hongmei immediately pushed open the door. Inside was a