As Wufu's knife steadily fell, a thin layer of crust fell off, revealing the quality of the stone within—a shallow, faint hint of green with a slight crack, visible to the naked eye.
The crowd was so quiet you could hear a needle drop. Is this, is this really jade?
Shopkeeper Lin's complexion changed as he instinctively looked towards Master Lin Gonyun at his side.
Hadn't he said that this was just a piece of stone?
Mr. Lin's eyes bulged, his lips tightly pressed into a firm line, his hands clenched into fists. This is impossible.
But that hint of green, although faint, still painfully stung his eyes.
No, it couldn't be. His eyes had been sharpened over many years, surpassing even his master. He was sure he hadn't made a mistake—a bit of pale green meant nothing. Cut deeper and there would certainly be nothing.
This was just an ordinary stone. The bit of green had to be the color of old moss from deep in the mountains. It must be so, without a doubt!
