Even if Liam wanted to focus on fighting, he couldn't with Rachel so close by. Dangerous shockwaves and his deadly Qi would reach her as soon as he resumed performing tests.
That forced Liam to face what he had overheard earlier. Acting skills could deal with facial expressions, demeanor, and vibe, but the body never lied, and Liam was cursed to read it.
Rachel didn't even try to hide her reaction, the specific scent forcing Liam to take her suggestive tone seriously for once.
"Big Brother, little Sister must find you a more appropriate attire once we return," Rachel exclaimed, her eyes never once leaving Liam's body. "Father's would suit you."
Liam had been stared down by the Pale Moon Sect's leader when he was a measly foundation expert, but Rachel's inspection felt far more intrusive. She had the same look Grace wore whenever he trained with the sword, just without her iconic elegance, making it quite dirty.
