C265 His tombstone!

Midnight.

Mo Xian sat in front of the Eight Immortals Table in the room, looked at the room full of treasures, and his heart wavered a little as he calculated the amount of silver.

He could not help but sigh, "This bunch of greedy officials really want to become officials at all costs for the sake of fame. No wonder those scholars from ancient times wanted to be officials." As he spoke