Even if it were just a copper coin, he would probably clutch it tightly in his palm and take it into his coffin to feel secure.
Let alone a heavy responsibility like purchasing supplies; he simply didn't trust anyone else to do it and had to go in person, terrified that someone would intentionally buy less or buy the wrong things to pocket the kickbacks.
The old Daoist glared at the others a few times more, fearing they might harbor similar thoughts.
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