The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1811 Extremely Jealous

With a darkened gaze, Wynter stepped forward. "I wouldn't have entered the formation if I intended to leave you behind."

While others didn't hear her words, Dalton caught them. His eyelashes fluttered slowly, and his throat was seemingly clenched. A cold, uneasy air settled around him, and even his icy eyes betrayed no emotion.

His gaze lingered on Raleigh, as if trying to figure out what made him worth the risk Wynter was taking.

Dalton had already figured out Wynter had entered a formation, though he never expected any cultivator to do such a thing for another's sake-unless they meant something special to them.

Dalton's eyes darkened as his grip tightened around the parasol. The gesture was barely noticeable under the long sleeve, but his pale fingertips, possibly chilled by the biting air, peeked through.

Looking at Raleigh, Dalton could see why he appealed to Wynter. Raleigh was young and obedient, not to mention his smooth skin and round, innocent eyes.

Dalton couldn't help but think Wynter's taste in men was questionable, and yet, his adult self was everything she wouldn't go for. If she were to meet him in his true form, he doubted she would ever save him, let alone take him back to Mt. Nxyvarn. After all, she preferred the innocent, younger ones.

Dalton pursed his lips, letting out a soft snort. It came off as a mockery, though there was an emotion to it that was hard to place.

In fact, Dalton had been disgruntled and indifferent when Wynter saved him and made him her servant. Even so, she took him to the mountains against his will.

Having lost both his spiritual power and spirit energy, he was made into a sacrifice by those courageous fools. Even though he had a mortal body, the demons still dared not to approach him.