white-haired Caucasian man appeared on the screen."Hi, Chinese people, how are you!" the white man said cheerfully, "You probably don't know me, let me introduce myself, I'm Carlos, your old friend."...After the banquet ended, Changsun Dongju stayed at the Changsun residence.

Changsun Cangsong had prepared a small building for the mother and son. Ye Bufan wasn't used to living in such a place. In the evening, he bid farewell to his mother and returned to his medical hall.

Back to the front of the old medical hall, according to past habits, it should have closed by now.

When he arrived at the door, he found that the clinic was brightly lit and over ten bodyguards in black suits were standing at the entrance.

After seeing these people, Ye Bufan was quite surprised because even the weakest of these bodyguards had Xuan-rank cultivation.

This level of cultivation, if placed in a small city, such as Jiangnan or Jiangbei, could serve as a family's venerated elder.

And here he was, just an ordinary bodyguard, standing respectfully at the door.

This can be inferred that the person inside is definitely a big shot.

Who on earth could have come to my own clinicon array on the opposite side flickered with light once more, and three people materialized before the crowd.Ye Bufan looked at the few people who appeared in front of him, momentarily at a loss.I cou...