Huo Sining was selecting materials with great interest from the pile at the old site when she suddenly touched a good piece.
A hint of surprise flashed in Huo Sining's eyes, and she reached to pick up that piece of material.
Just then, a pair of withered hands stretched out towards her, snatching the rough jade from Huo Sining's hands and clutching it close to his chest.
Huo Sining's face immediately darkened, thinking she had encountered someone cutting in line, she fiercely turned her head to glare coldly at the person, only to see an unkempt old man in tattered clothes.
The old man was about seventy years old, his hair already white, his body so thin that only bones seemed to remain, but his eyes were fixated on Huo Sining with a mad hatred and intense perseverance shimmering within.
Huo Sining was taken aback for a moment. Seeing the old man's condition, she felt something odd and could only ask politely,
