Lu Siyu nodded, saying, "It's just a matter of tapping her fingers a couple of times."
"Look, I even have a secretary now," Tang Fei joked.
"It's because I'm afraid you'll miss the main point." The old man spoke irritably.
He pointed at the large luggage bag at Tang Fei's feet and asked, "What's this?"
"Dragon horn," Tang Fei said aloud. "We killed Yin Jiao, and I chopped off its horn. Shen Xinglan took its dragon crystal and eyes..."
"Open it and let's see."
Tang Fei opened the package and took out the Dragon Horn, which was over two meters long, from the oil paper wrapper.
The old man held the Dragon Horn and examined it carefully, saying, "A Jiao dragon growing a horn is a precursor to becoming a dragon... This horn being so large proves that this Jiao dragon must be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old."
