They worked in pairs, one fishing while the other removed the heads, perfectly in sync.
The members of the Snow Tiger Tribe, who had been about to say something, fell silent when they learned that Wu Yue wanted all the Sharp-toothed Fish. They stopped their lecturing and could only wonder with secret anticipation, 'Could it be that these Sharp-toothed Fish are also edible?'
"Yue! Yue, are you in there?"
Wu Yue was in the cave grinding the spices she would need for the fish when Qingcao came running in from outside, hollering. The shout, amplified by the cave's acoustics, made Wu Yue feel like she was sitting in an IMAX theater—the kind with the volume turned all the way up.
She couldn't help but dig a finger in her ear. 'I wonder if a sound that loud could shake any earwax loose?'
But to avoid being subjected to the girl's torment again, Wu Yue shouted back at the top of her lungs, "I'm right in front of you..."
