After the meal, Su Xiao walked out of the Zoldyck Family's ancient castle and began strolling around the courtyard. After receiving the commission fee, the Zoldyck Family did not keep Su Xiao waiting long.
Maha Zoldyck's appearance was utterly lacking in mystery or intimidating presence. He was simply an old man wearing a loose purple robe, standing around 1.4 meters tall and so thin he was practically skin and bones.
The only unusual thing about Maha Zoldyck was his enormous head. Combined with his wrinkled skin, it was enough to make some people believe he was an alien.
"Young man, I've come to complete your commission."
Maha Zoldyck's body was withered, and he stood with his hands behind his back. His deathly pale lips were covered in cracks.
"The Zoldyck Family is quite efficient."
Su Xiao drew the long blade at his waist. Inside the ancient castle not far away, several pairs of eyes were closely watching the situation outside. They belonged to the younger members of the Zoldyck Family.
"These old bones of mine can still teach you a thing or two, but if you want to fight, you'd best forget it."
Maha Zoldyck's eyes were cloudy, without the slightest spark of life.
"..."
Su Xiao said nothing. A faint red aura spread around him.
"Young as you are, it would be a shame to die. At my age, the thing I value most is my life."
Although Maha Zoldyck said this, a pitch-black Nen surged from his body.
Sensing this Nen, black as ink, Su Xiao felt the hair on his body stand on end. It was not fear, but an instinctive warning from his intuition.
Ordinary Nen abilities were milky white or colorless. Rarer ones were golden or purple, like Shalnark's or Feitan's.
This was the first