Soon, Li Zhengtong had brought down the dismantled wooden planks one by one.

Qin Yu placed the planks under the fish and lit them, then began to constantly turn the Zizi Sword, grilling the fish evenly.

"Yu Ge, I've got seasonings too!"

Li Zhengtong had turned into a walking treasure chest, pulling out one seasoning after another from his Qiankun bag.