A few minutes had passed since Liam left, and Luo was starting to get anxious. His eyes kept drifting toward the spot where his grandmaster had vanished, as if staring hard enough might make him reappear faster. His fingers drummed against his thigh in an unconscious rhythm that betrayed his nervous energy.
He looked at Master Han, searching for some indication that the old blacksmith shared his concern. But Master Han sat completely calm, his expression serene despite the pain that must still be radiating through his damaged hand and leg. There was no worry in his weathered face, and no doubt in his eyes.
Luo smiled wryly at the contrast between them and forced himself to take a slow breath, consciously calming his nerves. He knew Liam would return exactly as he'd said. All he needed to do was be calm and wait.
He didn't have to wait long because Liam materialized in the exact spot he'd vacated minutes before.
