Yue Mingxuan shook his head, he truly hadn't. But this information felt like a blessing in disguise and an idea quickly formed in his mind.
At present, Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall and the Beggars' Sect had a mutually beneficial relationship.
The sect's members spent their days begging, exposed to the elements and living lives that were far from comfortable.
If he could use Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall's resources to establish systems at the lower levels and giving these people a structured way to contribute to the intelligence network, it might actually be a very effective solution.
Besides, Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall had sold a great deal of information over the years and was far from lacking in funds.
Yue Mingxuan felt that, although Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall already had subordinate networks established in various places, they were far too few.
As an organization dedicated to gathering intelligence, it simply could not afford to be so underdeveloped.
