"Pavilion Master, please speak," Hua Wudao said respectfully.

The middle-aged man felt a pang in his heart. His master had to humble himself so much just to get a chance to fight. Back in the Yun Sect, Hua Wudao was so awe-inspiring and respected by many.

Yet here at the Demon Heaven Pavilion, he had to endure such humiliation.

But what else could he do?