Yang Xiao was furrowing his brows, pondering whether there might be some issues with his methods for inspecting the jadeite rough, while at that moment, the crowd around them had already erupted into an uproar.
Earlier on, no one dared to speak out, but now they were eagerly voicing their opinions.
No one knew who started the conversation, but once it began, it was like a breached dam—unstoppable.
Every person couldn't contain their excitement, feeling as if not saying a word or two would be an injustice to the grand spectacle they were witnessing.
"Emperor Green, it's really Emperor Green, my God, I never thought I'd live to see someone cut this color from a stone!"
