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



Chapter 1798 Dalton's Jealousy

As Wynter's sage, Ailithir naturally knew her abilities.

He understood the true purpose of Terell and Jervis' visit without having to think too deeply -they were here for Wynter. Those who knew Ailithir understood that he was fiercely protective of his disciples. He would never let Wynter fall into danger, no matter what.

Ailithir didn't reveal too much, simply shaking his head with a smile. "Fellow cultivators, calm down. Would Mt. Nyxvarn be left without a successor if she truly could command mystic spirits? The sects tested her spiritual roots when she first came to the mountain. You should know what she's like."

These words gave Terell and Jervis pause. Both were elders of their respective sects, and while they couldn't make all the decisions, they were still sages.

It was true that the sects had tested her spiritual roots and found her potential lacking when Wynter first came to the mountain. That was why they had pushed her onto Ailithir.

After all, she was the Princess of Velmoria. Not accepting her would have been an insult to the royalty, but accepting her meant they had to teach her their rules. Yet, even as a child, Wynter had been difficult to handle.

She had no concept of respecting the elders and seemed to be able to see through people's facades. Hence, the sects had passed her around like a hot potato until she ended up with Ailithir.

But now, things were different. If someone truly could command mystic spirits, they had to belong to Mt. Lunther!

With this in mind, Terell's eyes narrowed. "Ailithir, how do you explain Mt. Nyxvarn's mystic spirits acknowledging a master if she doesn't have that ability?"

His tone grew more aggressive, driven by the tempting benefits behind this.

"It couldn't be you, could it? We all know your spiritual roots are mediocre, but we also know that gathering 81 mystic spirits and their spirit cores can transform one's body and lead to the Primordial Arcane. If you truly had this ability, why wouldn't you use it yourself?"

Ailithir sat upright, stroking his beard. "It's indeed not me. But you should know that Mt. Nyxvarn is full of golden encounters. This time, my disciple simply stumbled upon one. It won't work again."

This explanation was reasonable. After all, the reason they were eagerly awaiting Ailithir's demise was to covet the golden opportunities within Mt. Nyxvarn.

With the conversation reaching this point, they couldn't outright force their way.