Before night could arrive, Liam found himself in a carriage again. He had barely returned to the Pale Moon Sect, only for his grumpy Master to drag him back out, leaving him with many unanswered questions he could finally voice.
"Master," Liam called, recovering from that stunning development. "Are we really going to the Crimson Warrior Sect?"
"Obviously!" The Alchemy Elder scoffed, sitting cross-legged in front of Liam. "I, Horace Rauret, shall not suffer the shame of letting insults go unanswered!"
Liam's confusion didn't wane, prompting him to probe more. "But, Master, I killed Senior Cecilia already."
"Ah!" The Elder snorted. "This matter is beyond one puny rooting expert. I must address the Crimson Warrior Sect's failure to educate its disciples about the great Horace Rauret."
'He really likes his name today,' Liam commented in his mind while considering another point.
