After seeing off Wang Chen, Qiu Haoran returned to the private room.
He poured himself another cup of Spiritual Tea and tasted it while deep in thought.
To others, the position of the overseer of the North Mountain Cave Mansion seemed glamorous. Controlling the most important cultivation resources of Ten Thousand Cultivators City, one had both prestige and profit.
However, only he knew the actual situation. The North Mountain Cave Mansion was not solely owned by one family but was a shared resource among fifty-seven Purple Mansion clans, and he was simply sitting in this position as a representative of his family.
It was not about having absolute control, not to mention using his position for personal gain required utmost caution.
One needed to be careful not to attract criticism and lose this hard-won position.
In recent years, Qiu Haoran had clearly felt the support from his family waning.