With his plans disrupted, the Three-Headed Dragon paced back and forth on the spot with a grim expression.
As various ideas spun around in his head, they were rejected one by one.
"They're all useless!" After a while, the Three-Headed Dragon could not contain his anger anymore and cursed out loud.
Following the deaths of the Serpent King and Xiong Kuotian, his previously perfect plan was thrown into disarray and he was now put on the back foot.
He looked in the direction of the Celestial Dungeon.
His eyes flickered brightly and his expression was ruthless. "Looks like I have to make some risky maneuvers."
It was no longer safe here. He would have to find another place to stay.
Meanwhile, at the Dragon Lake Institute,
Chen Wenheng did not dare to stop along the way. It was not until he stepped into the entrance of the institute that he finally relaxed.
"Teacher, I got the painting of the Sacred Hand…"