Chapter 1828 Whitley's Confusion

But why, after reincarnating, had Dalton's spiritual form become entangled in endless resentful energy? It was an impurity that seemed impossible to cleanse. How had he become tainted by such things? Someone like him surely hadn't had it easy. Even malevolent spirits would kneel before him. Half of Granville Village's grim spirits had vanished, likely because of him. Though Wynter hadn't witnessed him act, the bloodstains on the ground told the story. What could possibly make him willingly bear such burdens? Given his meticulous nature, none of this should have existed in the first place. There was clearly something Wynter had yet to understand. Wynter's gaze, filled with curiosity, remained fixed on Dalton, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. Even after opening the formation, she still had time to look at him. Noticing this, Dalton raised an eyebrow slightly. Beneath his dark lashes, his eyes gleamed with amusement. He studied her for a few seconds before letting out a low chuckle.