The old man smiled faintly. He raised his hand and a terrifying aura immediately began emanating from it. Instantly, the collapsing snow-capped mountain the distance froze as if stopped in time.

“This…?” James was flabbergasted.

“His aura…”

He had sensed a similar aura before.

When he was in Mount Littleroot, he managed to damage Donovan to the point where he was throwing up blood. After Donovan asked for help, he sensed a similar aura. This power coveted by martial artists around the globe was able to move the winds and clouds themselves.

James had a suspicion that the old man before him was an eighth-rank martial artist, also known as Celestial Raiser.

Feeling the possibility arise, James opened his mouth.

“Sir, are you perhaps… A grandmaster of the eighth rank?”

“Haha…” the old man stroked his white beard and laughed cryptically.

This was his unspoken affirmation that he was indeed an eighth-rank grandmaster. James took a deep breath. He never expected to meet someone of t