Lucas coughed violently, the wine having gone down the wrong pipe. Meanwhile, Troy had his brown eyes fixed on Liam, wider than usual, betraying shock.
Even Grace changed the way she leaned on Liam. She had seen him do much more in the Roaring Thunder Sect, but his skills never stopped being shocking. He was her handsome golden goose, so she rubbed his thigh sensually, resting her head on his arm.
Of course, that high number had a lot to do with the absurd amount of ingredients Liam and Grace had purchased. However, Liam's skills played a big role, too, and he now knew they weren't the norm.
'Right, I'm good,' Liam recalled. 'Well, as Master's disciple, anything less would bring him shame.'
Liam might have learned pride, but was too devoted to his Master to take credit. He might have concocted until he had collapsed multiple times, but it was the great Horace Rauret who deserved all the praise.
