"Kid, just wait until you obediently walk away from Xu Qing's side!"
Dong Yu gazed at Ye Feng with contentment, finding the sound of the gears cutting the original stone less irritating to his ears.
"Collapsed! The gamble collapsed!"
"What a pity, such a promising piece of original stone, and yet it has collapsed!"
"They say ten gambles on jade will result in nine losses, it really isn't an exaggeration!"
But before he could indulge in his triumph for even three seconds, a wave of sighs suddenly swept through the crowd.
Collapsed? How is that possible?
Dong Yu paused in surprise, looking down at the original stone in bewilderment.
As his eyes passed over it, he saw that the dust drifting from where the gears had cut had turned entirely from light green to white. Moreover, this white wasn't the fine texture of jade powder but the rough texture of stone dust.
