"A lab rat isn't a Demon Beast... but forget it, that's not important. You're right, though—we'll only know how effective it is once we've tested it." Song Changsheng's eyes shifted, and he quickly thought of a suitable candidate.
He stood up, tidied his appearance a bit in the Copper Mirror, and then pushed open the door to walk out of the courtyard.
Song Changsheng was headed for the Wind Language Hall. As the clan's intelligence agency, it had been over twenty years since its founding by Song Luyao.
Despite a significant investment, its development period was still too short. To date, the Wind Language Hall had only trained forty-three spies.
A small number of them were Song Clan Members, but the majority were children selected from subordinate factions who had undergone isolated training in the Wind Language Hall from a young age.
