Chapter 1781 A Proposal at First Sight

The cultivators' words left everyone shaken. No one was ready to face another demon beyond their power. Those with weaker spiritual skills couldn't help but shudder as they gazed toward the distant eastern area. The first thing they noticed was the statue, surrounded by skulls and various offerings. No human could ever belong in such an eerie place, yet in the dense mist, a lone figure sat, bound behind the statue. Draped in a red robe, his long hair danced with the wind, and his form was barely discernible against the chilling mist. Even so, his ankles and wrists were unmistakably shackled in chains. The young man dropped his hands as the sharp clinking of metal echoed in the air. He appeared unbothered by his restraint, shifting his gaze sideways, as though fixated on something. Though Wynter struggled to make out his features through the thick mist, she caught sight of his smooth, slender hands with defined knuckles. There was an undeniable elegance to those hands, as though