Zhang Yusheng selected a piece of rough stone the size of a football. This stone was gray and white, pockmarked and uneven, with no moss or pine flower on its surface, showing no characteristic signs of having jade inside. The people around all laughed when they saw this stone. Those with a bit of knowledge knew that the most promising rough stones were those with a skin black like lacquer, with white chalky bands that were prominent, with pine flowers on the chalk, scabs on the skin, mist beneath the skin, and a clear, dry color. The gray and white stone in Zhang Yusheng's hand didn't seem promising at all.
Zhang Yusheng ignored the laughter of the crowd, focusing intently on the stone before carefully drawing several lines on its surface. An Yiqing nodded, showing that, for someone who couldn't see through it as an ordinary person, Zhang Yusheng's actions were sufficient to demonstrate his capabilities.
