When Liam woke up, he made full use of his education at the Grace Academy, no matter how trivial he found that aspect of the cultivation world.
Reputation was a big thing among cultivators, and it started with appearances. Liam had no idea what style was, but he knew Grace's was impeccable, and she had picked plenty of clothes for him.
While Grace usually dressed Liam, to the point where he was more familiar with women's clothes, he knew how to do it. He donned his devilish attire, the black robe with blood-red floral patterns on its sleeves.
Next, Liam combed his hair into a half-up, half-down hairstyle, a strip of black cloth keeping the bun in place. That rekindled the discomfort of being without Grace due to how often their brushing sessions happened, but she had miraculously predicted it.
The sudden buzzing surprised and worried Liam, but he shook his head upon addressing it. Grace's message had nothing worrisome. It was instead purely dirty.
