Silver Dragon Isidro completely transformed his left hand into a dragon claw form and pressed it against Lu Wenwu's chest.
With his right hand, he pointed his magic staff forward abruptly, almost touching Lu Wenwu's head.
Isidro didn't even realize that Lu Wenwu had already discovered his identity, and roared in anger, "I don't care how you deceived the Dean and the Wisdom Pyramid! But you can't escape my perception! Tell me who is behind you, otherwise, I and the other dragons will let you know the cost of poaching young dragons!"
"You're wronging me, Mr. Silver Dragon."
Lu Wenwu spread his hands.
"I understand your feelings, but I haven't hunted young dragons. This magic staff is made from my own body parts. Is there a rule among dragons forbidding alchemy with one's own body parts? If there is, then I apologize, I'm not familiar with this."
"Damn it! You... what are you talking about!?"
Isidro's mind went blank upon hearing these words, his brain overloaded.
