One's Heroic Aura Can Stand Out and Last for a Thousand Autumns
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
That old man looked at him and coldly laughed. "In the past, righteous people died to advise elders and carried coffins to court when the emperor was muddle-headed. Why can't I burn paper money for him? I want to! I have been burning it for 20,000 years. It's to the point where he can be the richest man in Youdu after he dies!"
Shu Jun laughed and humored him. "If you want to be a righteous volunteer and burn paper money for him, why do you not do it in front of him, why do it in this god-forsaken place with so few people? Who are you burning it for? You aren't a righteous person."
The old man became disappointed and sat on the ground. He mumbled, "You're right, I'm not a righteous volunteer. If I was, I would have carried a coffin to court and died to advise the elders. I even made my coffin. However, I got timid and backed out…"