The little one's brow twitched. What do you mean, black... How could her sharp eyes possibly be wrong? She clearly saw that there were good things inside!
She said somewhat impatiently, "Cut it already..."
Hearing this, the chubby shopkeeper did not say much more. He adjusted the orientation of the ore and tentatively made a cut first, immediately sending a cloud of dust billowing into the air.
The cut portion of the raw stone was still grayish-white, without the slightest sign of yielding material.
The chubby shopkeeper looked at his own pair of hands, then looked up apologetically at the little one and the others.
Yan Sijun shook his head, thinking to himself that more than a hundred Top-grade Spirit Stones had just been wasted. Those were likely money given by his elder sister—meaning, belonging to the Yan Mansion!
"It's fine, oh. Keep cutting." The little one's smile was composed, a trace of encouragement lingering in her eyes.
The truth was not that she believed in his luck, but that she believed in her own Eye of Shattering Illusions. Once this ore was cut open, she could even wash away the chubby shopkeeper's bad luck in the process.
At this moment, someone suddenly crowded in from the side. He wore a cloth robe, a small skullcap perched on his head, and possessed a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face. One look at him and he did not seem like a good person...
He stared coldly at the chubby shopkeeper and sneered, "Fat Three, you still dare to cut stone materials? Aren't you afraid of bringing your jinx to the customers?"
As his voice fell, this sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked fellow looked mockingly at Dongfang Honghong and said, "Is this the young lady's first time here? There's something you don't know: Fat Three's stall hasn't cut