After dinner, Su Xiao walked out of the Zoldyck family's ancient castle and started wandering in the courtyard. After paying a commission, the Zoldyck family didn't make Su Xiao wait long.
Maha Zoldyck's entrance was devoid of any mystery, nor was there any amazing aura. He was just an old man wearing a loose purple robe, about 1.4 meters tall, skinny to the bone.
The only special thing about Maha Zoldyck was his big head. With his wrinkled skin, some would believe he was an alien.
"Young man, I'm here to fulfill your request."
Maha Zoldyck's figure was gaunt, his hands behind his back, and his pale lips were full of cracks.
"The Zoldyck family's efficiency is impressive."
Su Xiao drew the long knife from his waist. Inside the ancient castle not far away, several pairs of eyes were closely observing the situation outside, belonging to the younger generation of the Zoldyck family.
"These old bones of mine can teach you some things, but fighting is out of the question."
