"Stop, stop, Master Gao! Please, say no more. My gut aches just listening to this."
Qin Xuan's smile was uglier than a grimace, and he felt as if his heart was bleeding.
He took back what he had just said.
'Damn it! The Holy Sect's founding patriarchs weren't magnanimous at all! They just saw the Altar Masters as personal ATMs, taking penny-pinching to the absolute extreme!'
'Establishing a Magic Altar is certainly a good thing. First and foremost, I wouldn't have to worry about my cultivation anymore. I could just dump everything on the Cultivators under me, exploit them, and make them earn Cultivation Resources for me.'
'But the prerequisite is that I actually have to be able to establish the Magic Altar in the first place!'
'All of this would take at least three to five years, and the Spirit Stones required would be a massive expense!'
'Where am I supposed to conjure up that many Spirit Stones?'
