Lu Qi leaned in and stared at Yu Huo.
Yu Huo wanted nothing more than to smash his head in, but for now, it could only play dumb.
"Those eyes aren't very lively, but you're pretty nimble. Your meat should taste decent. All right, grilled fish for dinner tonight." As he spoke, Lu Qi tossed Yu Huo onto the ground. Yu Huo was overjoyed. This guy was going fishing again—it could escape. But in the next instant, Lu Qi raised his hand high and slapped Yu Huo's tail.
Yu Huo opened its mouth. A burst of pain hit, nearly making it fight back.
Lu Qi had smashed its tail with one slap, flattening it against the ground. Then he swung his hand sideways and smacked Yu Huo right on the head. Yu Huo's head wobbled, and it fell over.
"Heh heh. Now you won't get away." Lu Qi lifted his head proudly and walked off with the fishing rod over his shoulder.
Yu Huo pretended to be unconscious, but glared furiously at Lu Qi's retreating back. That bastard! It would kill him—one day, it would kill him with its own hands.
Its head still spinning, Yu Huo rolled its eyes, gritted its teeth, and swept a fin across its tail, severing it. It was going to escape.
Suddenly, it stared blankly at a figure stepping out of a crack in the void not far away. It dropped its head to the ground and played dead.
Lu Yin stepped out of the void and looked into the distance. Countless cultivators were fighting above Zhongping Sea, throwing the whole place into chaos.
He didn't intervene. If all this helped him find Yu Huo, it would be worth it.
"Huh? Little Seven, what brings you here?" Lu Qi walked out with the fishing