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

Chapter 1629 Blissful Ignorance

Dalton naturally knew that, given Wynter's intelligence, she'd likely piece things together.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

He hadn't wanted to reveal himself, but there was something here that belonged to him. Furthermore, given the number of demons gathered here, he knew Wynter wasn't yet equipped to handle them.

Wynter studied him closely while he held her hand the entire time.

"Keep moving forward. The fog gets thicker up ahead, so stay alert," Dalton said softly.

Listening to him, Wynter suddenly remarked, "You seem awfully familiar with this place."

"Mm-hmm. Part of my soul wandered into a similar place when I was severely ill. It was Mr. Stavius who saved me back then." Dalton's words carried a mix of truth and subtle evasion.

Wynter chuckled and grasped his hand as well. "You are full of secrets. They say the more attractive the man, the more dangerous he is. It turns out they were right about that."

Beauty, indeed, was its own kind of peril.

But Wynter could guess why he'd come-he was here to help her. She also couldn't help but wonder what was significant enough for him to risk exposing his secrets unless, of course, the danger was truly grave.

Wynter couldn't resist. With a raised brow, she flicked a lucky token forward, using it to probe what lay ahead. Sure enough, she sensed demonic energy.

She recalled Atwater mentioning how, in the current era, unborn souls and demonic creatures were relatively rare. Saviour and Ancient Beasts, as well as many demons, had been suppressed or wiped out long ago by the Heavenly Law. Humanity, as heaven's chosen one, had the protection to ensure no excessively destructive beings could exist unchecked.

Yet, she had seen Ancient Beasts and Saviors with her own eyes. So, the demons" presence didn't surprise her. According to Atwater, any place inhabited by demons was destined to witness bloodshed. That was because no one, not even the most seasoned cultivators, could confront a demon without having their mind unsettled.

Demons had a way of unraveling one's resolve, breaking humans down from within. One might find themselves battling not an external force but the darkest recesses of their own heart. Many either went mad or ended up as a meal for these creatures.

Wynter's brief scan confirmed that there were more than just a few demons in this place. Yet, none of them had attacked, nor had they attempted to corrode her spirit. Was this because of Dalton?

With that thought in mind, they had already made it more than halfway through. She couldn't fully make out the path ahead in her current state.

Leo, who was late to the scene, had sensed Wynter in danger and hurried over. From within the mist, he saw countless demons lurking, all poised as if ready to strike. Yet, Dalton calmly held Wynter's hand, leading her forward.

Behind them, a trail of shadowy creatures followed-not to attack, but rather as though drawn by him, like servants shadowing a king. It seemed that this happened every time Dalton appeared.

The sight made Leo's face pale. Each of these demons was powerful enough to devour him whole, yet the black feathers that fell as Dalton moved seemed to burn any demon they touched.

Leo saw this clearly, though Wynter remained unaware. He couldn't help but wonder again if it was truly safe for Wynter to be with such a person, but he dared not voice his fears. After all, only Dalton could bring her safely out of such a dangerous place.

Wynter, meanwhile, sensed little out of the ordinary. The only thing she noticed was that Dalton's energy felt different more unfathomable and inscrutable than before.