Chapter 1793 Carry the Burden

Wynter didn't understand why Dalton had changed after just walking a short distance with the white tiger. He became quieter, his smiles more indifferent and inscrutable. Though he had never been particularly lively, there was a noticeable difference from how he had been earlier, when he would explain everything to her. Was it because the rain had stopped? Had his attentiveness faded with it? As Wynter pondered this, the white tiger's back stiffened. Dalton, though seemingly casual with each step, exuded a chilling energy. It didn't remember when Wynter had kept such a boy toy. The white tiger moved slowly as it was injured. Wynter, being considerate, didn't walk far before picking it up. Though small, it was still heavy, nothing like a cat. Fortunately, the mountain's mystic spirits arrived quickly. In less than half an hour, they gathered around Wynter, one after another, forming a grand assembly. The sects had no idea that, under the moonlight, the mystic spirits were on the