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 el