The eighth rank, Celestial Raiser, could move the winds and clouds with just a burst of their energy.
It was impossible for Jackson Cabral not to have sensed the immense power needed for that.
Since the most significant martial art event, the Mount Thunder Conference was upon them, it was normal for eighth-ranked grandmasters to appear around this time.
“Dad, this person has caused such a huge commotion among the Mount Thunder Sect members. It’s obviously a provocation directed at us. Our sect sent out all our martial artists a hundred years ago and suffered severe casualties. We’ve finally recovered from it after such a long time. If someone were to ambush us right now, I’m afraid our sect…”
The creases on Delainey’s face grew even deeper.
“Also, the Mt. Thunder Snow Lotus Wine was stolen.”
“What?!”
Jackson’s expression darkened, and he asked in a voice that barely repressed his anger, “When was it stolen?”
“Yesterday.”
Jackson realized the severity of the situation. “Many elders of the sixth rank are guarding the wine cellar. The thief must have been extraordinarily talented to escape unscathed and without getting detected.”
Delainey asked, “Dad, is the person who showed off their skills just now trying to send us a warning?”
“It’s very likely. He couldn’t have picked a better time too. This might mean that there might be unforeseen events during the Mount Thunder Conference.”
“What should we do now, Dad?” Delainey was at a loss.
“Walk with me.”
Jackson walked out of the cave, and Delainey followed behind him.
The two took a stroll around the snow-capped mountain.
Jackson said, “Delainey, tell me what’s happened to the outside world while I’ve been in closed-door meditation.”
He knew the Mount Thunder Conference would soon be held in their territory.
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