Chapter 90: TRAINING
CHEN YU’S VILLA
Chen Yu stepped into the marble foyer of his grand villa, Chaewon quietly following at his side. The space was serene—until a sudden ripple of dark energy split the air. Hui materialized right in front of them, her crimson eyes gleaming dangerously as she glared up at Chen.
"This isn’t another woman for your little harem, is it?" she snapped, voice low and cold. "Because if she is... I’ll tear you apart myself."
Chen Yu sighed, rubbing his temples as he met Hui’s fierce gaze. "Hui, calm down. It’s not like that. She’s my new disciple."
Hui’s eyes flicked to Chaewon, narrowing as she scanned her from head to toe. "Disciple, huh?" she drawled, circling the newcomer like a predator sizing up prey. "Long black hair, a body most men would kill for, and that frosty aura... is this your type, Chen Yu?"
Chen Yu rolled his eyes. "It’s not like that," he repeated firmly, voice edged with annoyance. "She’s the eighth member of our team for the upper realm. End of discussion."
But Hui wasn’t done. She stepped closer to Chaewon, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Don’t you think she’s... too weak?" she asked, her tone like poison-laced honey.
A flicker of anger flashed in Chaewon’s cool eyes. Though her expression stayed composed, her voice was icy. "I don’t know what a little kid like you is doing here right now," she said evenly, "but you should at least learn to respect your elders."
A dangerous silence fell.
Suddenly, Hui’s body shimmered. Her small frame twisted and stretched, darkness rippling off her as she transformed into her adult form—a stunning, statuesque beauty exuding raw demonic power. The air itself seemed to recoil from her aura. She loomed over Chaewon, her lips curled in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
"Were you saying something... disciple?" Hui purred, her voice a rich contralto that dripped with menace. "Even your master wouldn’t dare speak to me like that."