chapter 159 Be smarter in the next life

The man whom the white-haired old man called senior brother was wearing commoner clothes and looked to be full of black hair. He was only forty or fifty years old.

The aura on his body was thicker than that of the white-haired old man. Obviously... he was a strong master!

Sylvan Pembroke looked at the white-haired old man, curved his mouth, and said with a slight smile: "You really worked hard for the elixir."

The white-haired old man spit out a mouthful of blood and...