One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
Song Shuhang nodded his head in agreement. The 'White Family' was super rich, and could do whatever it wished!
"Even if no one steps inside those immortal caves in the span of a hundred years, I will still keep them full of spiritual qi since I have spirit stones to spare!" This was basically Senior White's logic.
On the other hand, how was the cost of the 'spiritual qi bill' calculated? If the price was reasonable, Shuhang might give it a thought.
If he wanted to look for a place to close up in the future, he could just look for a random place and then contact a company that sold spiritual qi— wait, not a company, but a sect! Anyway, he could just look for a specialized sect and buy the spiritual qi he needed from them, pouring it into the place he was going to close up in. This plan was much better than going through a lot of trouble to find a suitable place with ample quantity of spiritual qi.