"Pull it up!" Han Ruochen roared when she saw that the net was being dragged down.
As the handle of the net groaned, a flash of pure white and blinding light broke through the surface. It was a snow-skin grouper, a legendary deep-sea variant that looked like it had been carved from marble. Han Ruochen took a deep look at the snow-skin grouper; it must be more than sixty jin. She was not a skilled fisherman, but she knew that the flesh of this fish was prized by the elites in the city, for this flesh was translucent and jelly-like in texture.
"It's a snow skin grouper!" Tong Zhaodi's eyes turned as wide as saucers as she looked at the thrashing giant in the fishnet. It was a good thing that she was strong enough to hold it up, or else they would have lost it for good. "This…this fish alone can be sold for eight hundred yuan!"
