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



Chapter 1783 A Heart Stirred in a Single Moment

When the words "boy toy" came out of Wynter's mouth, never mind the disciples on the training mission, but even the sages showed subtle changes in their expressions.

Those who knew Wynter never expected her to be so brazenly unrestrained, even in front of the sages. Some people were already covering their mouths in shock, grateful that Mt. Nyxvarn didn't take in many disciples each year. Otherwise, this would truly be a misfortune for the sect.

The old cultivator, Zeke Wystan, cleared his throat before waving his wide sleeve as he shook his head. "Your sage has become increasingly negligent. His own foundation is mediocre. That might be why he keeps taking in those who don't understand the Arcane Way.

"Truly, the world is in decline. A boy toy? What nonsense. Don't speak like that again. Mt. Nyxvarn was once a sacred mountain, after all."

But everyone present knew how long ago that was. It had been in decline for over three thousand years. If it weren't for their ancestors' legacy, it would have been swallowed by other sects long ago.

Ailithir Glaisne was indeed peculiar. His Arcane Way techniques were average, but he excelled at cultivating medicinal herbs. However, no matter how skilled he was, his foundation limited him from achieving the Primordial Arcane.

This world was cruel like that-no amount of effort would make you more than a drop in the ocean without talent or a prestigious background.

Yet, Allithir always seemned cheerful. What he couldn't achieve for himself, he tried to provide for his disciples. As Zeke said, he kept picking up orphans from war-torn lands and bringing them back to Mt. Nyxvarn. He never tested their foundations, only saying they were fated.

From this perspective, Wynter, being Velmoria's princess, was the most prestigious disciple he had ever taken in. After all, Velmoria was currently thriving, and whatever she did seemed to align with the Heavens' will. The royal family's fate was something even cultivators couldn't interfere with.

Wynter didn't care about these gazes or comments. But, for some reason, she felt a hint of restraint when Zeke mentioned Ailithir.

"It seems you still care about your sect." Dariel descended from the clouds, his voice cold." Since you have the ability to shatter a famous sword, you surely won't fear the Celestial Summit in three days."

The topic shifted, just like that.

Wynter shielded Dalton behind her again when several people who had descended glanced in their direction. However, none of them said anything.