It was obvious what Grace wanted Liam to do. He had forced her to do the same two weeks ago. It was unnecessary in her case, but his hand was already there.
Liam closed his eyes, filtering his Qi as he did with the alchemical flame before branding it with his awareness. He couldn't risk poisoning Grace, especially in such a vital area, so he double-checked everything before sending his energy into her dantian.
A reddish, pulsating canvas appeared in Liam's mind, identical to his own, but everything else was different.
Grace's core was pale, carrying no specific colors. Five spiritual roots spread from it, with twenty-five protuberances growing from them. Twenty of those looked fully developed.
As if to confirm the Clan's evaluation, Grace's talent was at the upper edge of the ordinary. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good, either. She was the best among common cultivators, but nothing remotely special.
