Lei Zhan's arrival did not surprise Chen Miao. Back at the Administration, Chen Miao had sensed that he had something to say, but whether because Chen Miao was a suspect or because Zhang Huan was there, he had never said it.
"The room's pretty bare, and I don't have any tea. Have some hot water."
Chen Miao poured Lei Zhan a cup of water.
Looking at the disposable cup in front of him, Lei Zhan recalled Chen Miao pouring tea for them yesterday.
A smile crept onto his lips.
"I didn't notice before, but these abilities of yours are pretty interesting."
Chen Miao paused, then realized what Lei Zhan meant.
He had no way to explain the existence of his statuses to Lei Zhan.
Yet although Chen Miao could not explain them himself, what Lei Zhan said next provided a reasonable explanation for them.
"Do you have a special talent?"
Seeing Chen Miao's stunned expression, Lei Zhan smiled. "Zhang Huan told me. He said you seemed to have a special talent."
"Actually, there's no need to hide it. When the Administration was first established, we didn't have many people available, so most of our recruits were gifted people we found among the general public."
"These people weren't Yin Cultivators, nor did they follow the vital blood path that the Administration's Investigators practice today. They were all people with special talents."
Chen Miao did not know why Lei Zhan was telling him this, but he did not mind learning more.
"You may have heard stories about these gifted people. After all, people like them used to appear in movies and TV shows-people with paranormal powers, extraordinary individuals, Dragon Group agents, and so on."
"Those movies and shows were actually made at the Administration's direction. The goal was to teach people with