"The stage is yours, Martial Uncle Lin. Please, go ahead and do enlighten us."
Ji'an casually strolled down the stone steps of the amphitheater.
She didn't manifest glowing Qi-needles or didn't take deep, meditative breaths to steady her heart rate.
She walked up to the obsidian prep table. She looked down at the massive, pulsing, lethal amphibian.
'It's like a pufferfish,' Ji'an's culinary brain instantly translated the threat. 'It's literally just a high-fantasy, terrestrial fugu fish. The neurotoxin sac is embedded in the connective tissue. If you puncture the sac, the meat is ruined.
'If you stress the animal, the adrenaline spikes the poison yield.'
She didn't reach for the delicate, obsidian surgical scalpels Kui had used.
She reached down to her calf, unbuckled the leather straps, and drew her massive, heavy, blunt Black Iron Spatula.
With her other hand, she pulled a completely mundane, sharp, and slightly curved Chef's Paring Knife from her spatial ring.
