The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 1119

Chapter 1119 The Same Principles

"Oh?" Dalton's expression remained neutral, clearly not believing Wynter.

Her words held little weight with him. Back on the mountain, she'd claimed to have no interest in the people from the rival sect, yet here they were, residing in the courtyard.

Dalton understood the need to control his emotions. But sometimes, it was a losing battle, especially as his memories of the past sharpened. He couldn't shake the primal desire for her undivided attention.

Dalton presented himself like a river of molten lava. He appeared stoic and unreadable, while his deep-set eyes and tailored suit exuded an air of quiet power. The scarlet rosary bracelet adorning his wrist added a touch of intrigue.

No one could fathom Dalton's thoughts as he appeared cold and aloof. But in reality, he was possessive, especially toward those he cared about.

Whitley could pick up on the subtle shift in Dalton's mood.

Wolf disliked Dalton from their first encounter. Saviors possessed an uncanny ability to sense danger.

With Dalton, the danger was amplified. His emotional fluctuations weren't limited to humans and animals -they could even alter the weather.

Whitley, however, had forgotten this detail. The lightning tribulation had plunged him and his fellow Saviors into a long slumber.

In the past, his master had been devoid of emotions. The weight of his feelings was simply too much for anyone or anything to bear.

Everything possessed a spirit, and every action had a consequence. Humans ravaged nature, and nature, in turn, retaliated.

Before the rise of civilization, the Saviors thrived in perfect harmony with the ever-evolving natural world. Only when they strayed from the heavenly law did they face purification. The world itself was in constant flux.

Then came fire, a revolutionary tool that propelled humans to the top of the food chain. They developed tools, formed tribes, and developed a sense of shame.

Unlike the wild monkeys frolicking in the mountains, humans began to reproduce strategically, forming communities with a sense of order and ambition. Some even cultivated wisdom.

The heavens established their rules, and humans gained their intellect. But this knowledge came at a cost.

Whitley had forgotten this crucial history. He couldn't possibly comprehend the consequences of a man's emotional turmoil.

A crow perched on a branch of the Quinnell family tree cawed in alarm. The clear sky had abruptly transformed, thick clouds churning ominously.

Sensing the impending downpour, the crow circled anxiously, its wings flapping a frantic rhythm.

Dalton's emotional instability was escalating. It likely stemmed from his incomplete body restoration. But Dalton must have also sensed the traces of his other self.

Dalton belonged in the tranquil depths of the mountains, not amidst the urban chaos. The city teemed with people, each carrying their burdens of good and evil, karma and destiny.

This wasn't just true for individuals. Entire nations were subject to the same principles. A nation's destiny

could be depleted, much like a finite resource.

The concept of a land nurturing exceptional people held immense significance. But even more crucial was what the people themselves believed in.

A nation's fate and fortune were intricately woven with its citizens' beliefs.

In the past, there were talks of stealing a nation's fortune, a practice that went beyond merely exploiting its natural resources.

A quicker method involved manipulating its people. Once the populace was corrupted, the nation would crumble from within.

For the heavens did watch, and nature had its own set of laws. The defining characteristic of humans, however, was their ability to defy the very laws of nature. All it took was faith in miracles.

But now, such faith seemed to be dwindling.

The world was drowning in cynicism, moral decay, and the relentless pursuit of wealth. Betrayal was glorified, and the inherent goodness of others was met with suspicion.