Lin Zhaoyu spoke meaningfully. "People with weak wills, who are dissatisfied with themselves and love to daydream, are the easiest to ensnare."
Her gaze swept over Kiana, and her brow rose slightly.
"Strange."
"You don't seem like that sort of person."
"It seems Master Chiyuan really hasn't taught you a single move of the Sword Heart Art..."
Then she unhurriedly explained the origins and purpose of the Sword Heart Art.
After hearing all that.
Kiana understood perfectly.
How could there be a shortcut to mastering the Sword Heart Art in a single leap?
It took years of honing and plenty of sweat.
But her head was a muddle.
Since this was so crucial, why had the class monitor kept it hidden, refusing to teach her?
Ever since she set foot on Mount Taixu.
Little Kiana's head had been filled with one question after another.
She had wanted to hold Lin Zhaoyu back and get some answers.
All she received was a cold refusal.
"If even your friend keeps that secret, why should an outsider speak out of turn?"
Those words left her choking, her chest tight.
Kiana lowered her eyes. Disappointed as she was, she had to admit the other woman had a point.
She turned, just about to go rest.
Suddenly, a voice drifted over from behind her.
"Still, there is an old story I could tell you."
Before surprise could appear on Kiana's face.
Lin Zhaoyu continued in the same placid tone.
"Five hundred years ago, Immortal Venerable Chiyuan had seven disciples."
"Except for the youngest, the other six all had parents who suffered qi deviation while cultivating and became Bloodthirsty Demons."
"For reasons unknown, Chi Yuan actually took those children of her enemies as disciples."
"She even held nothing back, teaching them all the martial arts she