Summer was almost over by the time Liam and Grace resurfaced in the valley, not that it mattered. The night was chilly, and seasons had little meaning to cultivators anyway.
Liam immediately scanned his surroundings. He smelled something, but it was a few days old, distant, and in the sky.
Either someone had flown over the area, or the rumored magical beasts took the blame.
The darting of Liam's head didn't hinder his vision for once. Grace had done his hair, opting for the usual half-up half-down style, his long strands falling at his face's sides and on his back.
There was also something peculiar about Liam's topknot. A hairpin kept it steady, the accessory matching Grace's in every way, especially in the fact that it was a rank 2 life-saving magical item.
