Morwen clenched her teeth, her lips trembling as pain tore through her body.
"Luca… what are you doing?!" Kara's voice was sharp, restrained fury barely contained.
"I didn't do anything," Luca replied lazily.
"Your disciple is simply too weak. I'm using demonic fire to temper her body."
He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement.
"What? Feeling distressed?"
"With your strength, a little circulation of demonic energy would solve this easily."
Luca clapped his hands lightly, the sound echoing in the cave like mockery.
"…!"
Kara's expression darkened. Her fists trembled as she glared at him.
"Luca, don't go too far. If you have an issue with me, settle it with me. What's the point of bullying a junior?"
"Bullying?" Luca chuckled.
"Miss Kara, the way you look right now—furious yet powerless—isn't very convincing."
"If you don't save your disciple, you hardly look like a sect master at all. Tsk, tsk…"
He shook his head in feigned disappointment.
