"What's your opinion, Brother Lin?" Old Yu, chastened by the earlier lesson, remained unconvinced but had become much more cautious.
"Cut down twenty centimeters from the center," Lin Feng replied succinctly without beating around the bush.
The staff hesitated, but Shen Wanzhang waved them on to proceed. As the grating sound of cutting filled the air, a significant portion of the stone was separated.
The onlookers peered eagerly only to find nothing—a stone that had not transformed into jade. Old Yu smiled, thinking a comeback was at hand. As he was about to say something, a thin crack appeared in the center of the cut surface, with several slim shards flaking off.
From where the fragments had fallen, a wisp of jade green light refracted, casting its glow on the sharp blade and captivating the onlookers.
"This..." Everyone was stunned. Setting aside the quality of the jadeite, the precision of the cut was simply miraculous.
