The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 1145
The mountain peak was relatively flat.
As far as the eye could see, the landscape was covered in a blanket of white. This made it feel as though it was not actually
nighttime.
The old man brought James to the mountain peak, waved his hand, and a burst of force came forth from his palm.
The power surged forward, and the block of ice before him slowly started to melt away to gradually reveal a stone table along
with several stone chairs.
The old man walked over, sat down, and beckoned at James. He pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Young man, no need
for stuffy formalities. Sit down.”
James walked over, sat down, and looked at the old man curiously. He could not figure out the identity of this mysterious elder.
He knew this old man was undoubtedly a member of Mount Thunder Sect, but it was hard to guess exactly who he was.
"Sir... who exactly are you?’
“Haha...” the old man laughed and his eyes sparkled in glee.
"Wait here. I'll go get us some wine.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his body vanished and reappeared a hundred meters away. His movements were as
tremendously speedy and James’ eyes were unable to keep up with him.
"What astounding Movement Skill," James could not help but murmur in amazement.
The old man disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye.
Some buildings stood on the sides of the opposite mountain.
At that moment, in a training field outside a palace.
A young girl wielded a long sword and twirled it around gracefully. The long sword slashed through the air fiercely yet effortlessly.

The woman continued practicing for a while before stopping to catch her breath.
She casually tossed the sword away, and a nearby maid accurately caught it and slid it into its sheath.
The maid walked over with the sword and smiled cheerfully, saying, ‘Young lady, your swordsmanship has been improving lately.
Given time, your name will surely be known to the world."
The woman grit her teeth bitterly. "It's easier said than done. Although Mount Thunder Sect has a number of intricate
swordsmanship skills, it's still far behind other top-notch sword techniques."
The woman was Delainey, the daughter of Mount Thunder Sect's leader.
"Young lady, Mount Thunder Sect has collected martial art skills from across the globe. You've already witnessed many of them
and will surely stand out after you successfully master them.”
"By the way, what's the situation with the major factions and families right now? Have any of them begun their journey to Mount
Thunder yet?’ Delainey chose to ignore the maid’s words of encouragement.
"Not yet."
‘Young lady, there's bad news! The Mount Thunder Snow Lotus Wine has been stolen!"
Suddenly, a man in his thirties rushed over. His face was red and sweaty from hurriedly making his way over to deliver the news.
"What?! It was stolen? How could this happen? The wine cellar is guarded by elite martial artists. Who could have possibly
stolen it?" Delainey exclaimed aghast.
"I-I don't know. A disciple was performing a routine inspection and found that the Mount Thunder Snow Lotus Wine on the wine
cellar’s top floor has vanished."
"Let's go have a look,” Delainey said anxiously.
The Mount Thunder Snow Lotus Wine was the treasure of the Mount Thunder Sect. Snow Lotuses were a specialty of Mount
Thunder.
They would only bloom in the winter.

Similar to conventional tea leaves, they were divided into grades. Normal Snow Lotuses were purely ornamental and appreciated
only for their aesthetics.
Conversely, there was also the medicinal Snow Lotus. This variety only blooms once a century or could take even longer.
The Mount Thunder Snow Lotus Wine was made from century-old snow lotuses and was an excellent tonic for martial artists. A
single sip would spare one from a few years of hard work.
Mount Thunder had not brewed Snow Lotus Wine for a hundred years, and the current stock was what remained from a hundred
years ago. Only a scant few remained. Delainey could not absorb the energy within the wine because she had not cultivated
sufficient True Energy yet. She had planned to wait until she reached the fourth rank and would drink it to leap to the fifth rank.
Her plans went up in smoke as the wine was suddenly stolen.
Meanwhile, James was still waiting at the peak of another mountain.
Soon, the old man returned with a jug of wine and two small glasses.
"Wahaha, I've returned!"
Before he arrived, his voice could be heard from a distance.
The old man sat down and poured out a few drops of the wine.
James looked at the wine glass made of crystal clear jades set in front of him.
The wine poured into the glass was a milky white in color and seemed to emit an ephemeral white glow. The wine's pleasant
aroma wafted into and tickled James’ nose.