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 he