A Little Bit of Licking

"How does it feel staying here?"

In Jingzhe Pavilion, Jiang Beiran asked when he saw Mi Wanwen.

"Wonderful." Mi Wanwen's eyes were faintly shining as she spoke. "This place makes me feel even more at ease than Thousand Mechanism Hall."

Mi Wanwen had originally thought that on this continent, she would never find a place more suited to her than Thousand Mechanism Hall, but she had never expected Jiang Beiran to create, in less than a single month, a paradise belonging to Mystic Art Masters.

Here, every ninth-grade grandmaster carried the heart of an apprentice, appreciating the marvels born from the collision of the various mystic arts as though they had just stepped into this field.

This was the Thousand Mechanism Hall Mi Wanwen had imagined—no, this was what all Mystic Art Masters ought to be like.

It was just that no matter how hard she tried, she could not change the thinking of those stubborn old fossils. Even with a fact like the Flying Mansion before them, they only thought it was a miracle born by chance, one that could not be replicated.

Mi Wanwen had originally thought that all the Mystic Art Masters on this continent had rotted away.

They could not accept any new things, nor could they accept anything they themselves could not accomplish.

But now she understood. It was not that these grandmasters had rotted away, but that her former self had been too weak, insufficient to convince everyone with strength.

Now Jiang Beiran had appeared out of nowhere, crushingly washing clean every grandmaster's understanding, making everyone comprehend just how powerful a person would be when they reached the peak of perfection in every mystic art.

This was something Mi Wanwen could not do. Although she had grasped the beauty of the collisions between the