"Chief Grace," Beatrice announced, displeasure in her voice, which her cultivation level turned into dangerous pressure. "The Roaring Thunder Sect has shown nothing but patience, but it has run out."
Grace couldn't argue with that. Despite the initial promises, she and Liam had yet to deliver on anything, which was inexcusable since they had already been in the Sect for three weeks.
Grace was also quite stuck there. Liam had gone into seclusion after gaining access to the Sect's ingredients, trusting Grace with holding the fort. She had complied, but complications had piled up, and the critical point seemed to be right around the corner.
As for why, the issue was two-faced. First, no one had seen Liam during that period. Such was the meaning of seclusion after all. He had holed himself in a cave below the quasi-town that the Sect had arranged for him.
