The wooden stick in her hand pierced the belly of the fish with precision. This fish was much larger than ordinary ones—a single catch would be enough for a hearty meal. She glanced at the fish in the water and let out a regretful sigh.
"I'll let you off for today."
The Flute of a Hundred Birds Saluting the Phoenix transformed into a short blade, and Wang Zhaojun gutted the fish in a few quick motions before setting the large fish over the fire to roast.
Chapter 29