Chapter 1857 Wolf

Clifton jolted his head up, trembling as he echoed, "Merit..." Wynter, however, seemed to have made the most ordinary decision. "I would have to trouble you to take me to the deepest part of the River Styx. I know Morna's work isn't limited to brewing." Clifton stared at her, unable to snap out of his shock for a long time. Every cultivator knew just how crucial merit was. To exhaust one's merit to summon a soul... Of course, the underworld would welcome it as it would help purify the lingering resentment energy. But no one would ever do such a thing. Clifton had seen his share of true love, but honestly, a pair with tension as thick as Wynter and Dalton was rare. These two operated in a way that left no retreat for themselves. Exhausting one's merit… Clifton took two steps before turning back. "Esteemed cultivator, aren't you afraid that without merit, you'll face backlash from the resentment energy clinging to your spiritual form?" Wynter observed her surroundings, then smiled