"Except for refunds."
After Bai Zhu said that, Maha's rigidly straight back actually relaxed a little.
The change was slight.
Someone else might not have noticed, but Bai Zhu had been watching the old man's every move since entering.
An absurd guess suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Could the ancient Zoldyck ancestor, who had lived for who knew how many years, be socially anxious?
No wonder he had not said a word since Bai Zhu came in.
So he had not been trying to intimidate him. He just did not know how to start a conversation, and the atmosphere had gotten awkward.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
Maha suddenly laughed.
The sound was sharp and strange, and Bai Zhu's backside, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.
The old man set the Red-Black Core in the middle of the coffee table, then lifted the teapot and poured Bai Zhu a cup of tea.
"Where are you from?"
Bai Zhu paused as he reached for the tea.
That was not an easy question to answer.
He could hardly say that he came from a place with no Hunter Association, where asking a girl out required checking her photos beforehand.
"Far away."
"How far?"
"Far enough that I can't go back."
Maha nodded and did not press him for a place name.
"How long have you trained this power?"
"Over a year, if I count it up."
Maha's hand stopped halfway through lifting the teapot.
Bai Zhu hurriedly added,
"To be precise, I've been in contact with it for over a year. I'm still far from truly mastering it."
"Who taught you?"
"No one."
"You figured it out yourself?"
"At first, I got it by accident. After that, I could only study it on my own. The more I used it, the more