Help Me Tidy It Up

The reason Jiang Beiran wanted to establish the Mystic Guild was not some sudden whim.

After witnessing several times before the astonishing energy that erupted when a group of ninth-grade grandmasters gathered together, he had secretly made this decision in his heart.

If he could gather all these top geniuses together, then it would inevitably drive the rapid development of the mystical arts and lead the entire Profound Dragon Continent into a new realm.

Rather than letting them continue building carts behind closed doors, paying no heed to worldly affairs.

That would be pure, unadulterated waste of resources—a tremendous waste!

After announcing this matter, Jiang Beiran said that he still had other things to attend to and told everyone to go about their own business for now. The establishment of the new Mystic Guild was not something that could be accomplished overnight, so he told everyone not to be impatient.

In addition, Jiang Beiran said to Mi Wanwen, "You should continue presiding over Thousand Mechanism Hall. The Mystic Guild on my side won't be that formal. I simply want to give like-minded people a place to discuss things together."

After hearing this, Mi Wanwen nodded. In any case, titles and the like meant absolutely nothing to her. She would only go to the place she most wanted to go, and nothing could bind her.

After Jiang Beiran left Jingzhe Pavilion and was just about to board the Flying Mansion, he heard a familiar voice call out.

"Beiran, wait a moment! Wait a moment!"

Turning back, Jiang Beiran looked at Yan Guangqing and asked, "Does Sect Master Yan need something else?"

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to catch up with me? I've had wine and dishes ready every day waiting for you, but you never came."

Jiang Beiran laughed