"Pavilion Master, Hua Wudao will speak in a moment." A female cultivator bowed and said.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard calmly and took a seat. Suddenly he remembered that Zhao Yue was still thinking about it in the cave, so he asked, "How about Zhao Yue's reflection?"

Ming Shiyin bowed and said: "Fifth junior sister, during this period of time, I have been deeply reflecting on myself every day."

"Is witchcraft getting worse?" Lu Zhou was more concerned about this.

"No deterioration yet."

Lu Zhou nodded.

The power of witchcraft is very strange. At present, it only restrains Zhaoyue's cultivation, but it is not sure what the master in the palace has left behind.

"Closely."

"yes."

At this time.

Outside the main hall, a female cultivator slowly entered the main hall with two elderly practitioners.

Everyone looked over.

There is an old man on the left, a little hunched over. He seems to be in a normal state of mind.

The one on the right is a slightly younger, middle-aged man, carrying a knife on his back.

The middle-aged man looked obviously nervous. He entered the hall and looked around.

The old man was calm, his expression was serious, and he was unhurried.

Is this the Hua Wudao who fought against the Patriarch of Demonic Sky Pavilion?

Arriving in the middle of the hall, the old man did not kneel down, but cupped his hands and said, "We meet again."

Hearing this, several disciples frowned slightly.

Lu Zhou's eyes fell on the old man.

"Give me a seat."

Hua Wudao was not polite, took a seat, and said: "I should have come to visit earlier...but something important has been involved, so it has been postponed until today."

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said calmly, "Hua Wudao, you come from the Yun Sect. Since ancient times, good and evil have been at odds with each other. If you come to my Demon Sky Pavilion so arrogantly, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Chapter completed!