Huanhuan couldn't find the way she came. Helpless, she could only spread her wings and fly into the sky. She turned to the other side of the mountain.
Sure enough, she saw a river not far away.
Huanhuan ran over and jumped into the river to catch fish. She kept laughing.
Xing Chen despised the water. He stood alone on the shore and watched in silence as she used the dragon spear as a harpoon and stabbed it into the water.
Huanhuan carried the dragon spear back to the shore. There was a string of fish hanging on the dragon spear. These were her spoils of war.
She placed the spoils of war in front of Xing Chen and smiled especially brightly. "Do you want to roast them or fry them? Or shall we cut them into sashimi?"
The fishy smell hit him, and Xing Chen frowned in disdain. "Whatever."
In the end, Huanhuan cooked a pot of fish soup and cut a plate of sashimi.