In this world, there was no shortage of cultivators blessed with extraordinary talent. Such cultivators with keen spiritual instincts were often even more sensitive than the divine sense and perception of high-level cultivators. This possibility truly could not be ruled out.
Taking Song Changsheng himself as an example, his spiritual instincts surpassed those of ordinary cultivators. Having fought through countless battles and survived until today, he owed much to those superior instincts.
Such talents were innate, things that could be encountered but never sought. They might not show anything remarkable in ordinary times, but at certain critical moments, they could often produce unexpected results.
The fact that there was actually such a talent among the covert agents truly surprised him.
But on second thought, it made sense. The General Headquarters was Great Yang True Monarch's core force, composed of his old subordinates and bloodline descendants. It was the force he trusted most. Without extraordinary gifts, how could someone possibly worm their way inside?
It was simply that people with exceptional talent like this often received better treatment. Under such circumstances, could his loyalty truly withstand the test?
Although the Song Clan treated its covert agents well, it was absolutely no match for the treatment given to inner disciples of the Eastern Heaven Alliance.
Song Changsheng had deliberately looked into it before. The treatment of an inner disciple of the Eastern Heaven Alliance was equivalent to that of a Purple Palace Seed of the Song Clan.
After all, it was a Nascent Soul force. Though it had been founded only recently, it still dominated one side of the Cultivation World. The resources and benefits it could offer were certainly beyond comparison with Wind Whisper Hall.
If the other party betrayed them, who knew how many people on this line would die.