Pello was still considering Olson's words, but Su Ziceng had no desire to delve into the deeper meaning behind them anymore.
"What do you mean?" Su Ziceng also stood up and walked to a position level with Olson.
Just like everyone in the Mussen family, Olson had a tall stature. Although he was elderly and his back slightly stooped, when standing with Su Ziceng, purely in terms of aura, he was still many times stronger than Su Ziceng.
"What I mean is, anything that comes into my hands, or onto my dining plate, I do not leave even a trace," on the table, in Olson's plate indeed, not a single scrap of food was left; Olson had a good appetite, even at his age he was still the same.
The breeze from the lake blew by, Olson shivered, but Su Ziceng next to him fell into a moment of silence, her gaze landing on a solitary swan.
The swan, having rested enough, spread its wings, and the white wings flapped in the air, as it sang out loud.
