This stone has jade, top quality!
The simple six words caused the originally noisy world to quiet down as everyone's gaze fell on the young girl squatting on the ground. They stared at her as if looking at a monster.
Pfft.
Someone laughed first, followed by everyone else bursting into laughter, even those standing on the steps showed faint smiles, except Mr. Lin's laugh was one of disdain and indifference.
Wufu frowned and looked up. What's so funny?
"Little girl, you better go back to your embroidery, stop talking nonsense here," someone said with a chuckle.
"Exactly, even Mr. Lin said there's no jade left, how could you, a little girl, know better than him?"
Wufu stood up and looked at the old man who was arrogantly tilting his chin upward. So this was the so-called Master Lin with the Ghost Hand?
"You said that this stone doesn't have any jade?" she asked, looking at him.
Mr. Lin seemed to feel insulted by her question and huffed arrogantly, too disdainful to answer.
