A ten percent share of the wealth would likely amount to tens of thousands of silver.
An official position and money—the terms could not be described as anything but generous.
It was enough to save an ordinary Martial Scholar several years, or even a decade, of effort.
Several Martial Scholars immediately expressed their willingness. In the blink of an eye, the count reached five.
Fang Yue, however, frowned deeply.
He knew a little about the Mo Mountain Tribe. These mountain people actually lived beyond the so-called 'line'.
To be able to put down roots and survive for so many years in a place teeming with wild beasts, they must have had some unique capabilities.
And for the county to offer such a handsome reward, it meant this mission was definitely not simple. It was very likely a death sentence.
Otherwise, if there were no danger, how could the Mo Mountain Tribe have existed to this day?
'I can't get involved in something so dangerous.'
