As careful as Liam had been in avoiding detection, there was no such thing as certainty in the cultivation world due to its countless methods. There would almost always be tracks to study.
It didn't help that Liam had remained outside since secluding himself in a different room would have made for a poor guard.
Worst of all, Liam's duty wasn't specifically about eliminating threats. He had to avoid disturbing Grace during that delicate phase, and a battle carried that risk.
Liam wasn't the level three bear, but the mountain wasn't too big, either. He was also far from the average rooting expert, so he could definitely cause enough destruction to bother Grace, especially against that number of enemies.
'About thirty,' Liam calculated, storing the pipe and reaching behind him, lifting the dark greatsword and placing it on his shoulder. He didn't know the group's identity or its purpose, but his role remained clear.
