Jueyin

Tie Linglong was no fool. She might have fallen for it but she wouldn't be moved by just a good word or two. "Why would you want to teach me the secret arts? I am a 'failure' of the Waning Moon Hall."

The expression of any man, even the Dragon King who had a strong endurance, would change if the chain piercing through their ankles was pulled, but Han Wuxian's did not. Although she fell to the ground, she seemed to not have felt any pain and continued to wear a smile that looked even tender than before. "I don't know how long I can live, so I'm always thinking of a way to pass down the most advanced secret arts of the Waning Moon Hall."

"Even so, it's not my place to learn them. I've only joined the Waning Moon Hall for over a year and now I'm trying to escape. Where're the guards? They must all be qualified disciples."