The ancient stone that impressed the young woman with the surname Li and the other important people was a stone in which there was an old man's head.
Xu Que was sure that the old man's head was nothing special. But, still—after all these years, it was strange that it was still intact. If it weren't for the young woman and the others, Xu Que would have happily bought and carefully examined it.
But when the young woman wanted to buy it with 20,000 Spiritual Stones of high quality, Xu Que immediately lost interest.
"Buying an dead old man's head with 20,000 high quality Spiritual Stones? I'm not stupid!" Xu Que joked.
Hearing this, people got curious and frowned.
What was he saying just now? Was he cursing or something? The young woman Li sneered.
"You know nothing about stone-cutting. You're just a fool and you have no right to judge."
