"Hehe, wealth is but an extraneous possession to this old man," the old con artist waved his hand dismissively with a serene smile. "What matters is fate, whether it's more or less is of no consequence."
Mu Hanyan cast a disdainful glance at Xuanyuan Fengchen; if the old swindler indeed possessed such an admirable state of mind, he wouldn't have ended up with a bounty on his head in every country, doomed to die without a complete corpse. In plain terms, the deal was so favorable he couldn't even bother counting the loot.
Of course, it's also possible that he wanted to leave this trouble-ridden place as quickly as possible, lest his ruse was exposed.
After pocketing the silver note, Xuanyuan Fengchen left without a trace of dust on his feet.
