"Alright, let's leave this place quickly, shall we? Being seen wouldn't be good!" Long Xinyue said.
"Ah, then let's go! Oh, right, can you hide your dragon horns on your forehead?" Yan Moshan asked.
"Why should I hide them? These are the identity markers of our Dragon Clan, the most glorious symbol!" Long Xinyue replied with great pride.
"Hmph—if you don't want to hide them, that's fine. But if some powerful cultivators catch you thinking you're a tonic, you can figure it out yourself!" Yan Moshan threatened.
"Ah? Which cultivators would catch me? They dare to eat dragons?" Long Xinyue asked in shock, clearly disbelieving.
"Hmph, dragons are considered great tonics. In Huaxia, every part of a dragon can be eaten—dragon whip, dragon root, dragon tongue; there's a lot."
"That's terrifying! Alright then, I'll hide my dragon horns," she conceded.
After Long Xinyue said that, the two dragon horns on her forehead slowly receded and disappeared from view.