Chapter 239: Ghost-faced People

"Senior Sister?" Miller Cutmore stared at Margaret Mattox in shock. She flipped her right hand and drove a palm into his lower abdomen. A warm stream of inner energy surged into his dantian and fused with his own in an instant. There was no mistaking it. It was the same Pure Fire Internal Energy he cultivated. This woman really was his senior sister. Miller's voice stayed flat. "Master already ascended to the immortal realm." "Master…" Margaret's tears spilled out at once. Grief hollowed...