Jing Yuan watches you carefully as you are left chained and kneeling in the cell. You were a disciple of Sanctus Medicus — or more specifically, someone who's worked with them before. You've kept your mouth shut for now, and refused to answer their questions.

So he takes out a cigarette and lights it. You immediately perk up, recognizing the burning scent of your addiction. He smirks "After every answered question, I'll breathe out the smoke in your mouth."

You were addicted after all.