Chapter 1791 Emotions

Wearing a robe to save people wasn't practical, especially since Wynter was still running a fever. She took her own pulse and determined that it was a light fever before heading to the medicine room to treat herself first. Dalton, ever the caretaker, held a folding parasol in one hand and a white fur cloak in the other, ready for her. Wynter, as a person from a different era, had found many things inconvenient since arriving in this formation. But one thing was an exception—flying on a magical broom. Descending the mountain was a matter of minutes, and there was no need to worry about transportation. The only issue was that she wasn't entirely familiar with some of the mystic herbs, but her medical background helped her understand the relevant ones. The situation was worse than she had imagined. When Wynter followed the spotted deer to the ground, she noticed a drained mystic spirit nearby. It was an antelope, pure white and glowing faintly, but its neck was torn open. Blood was