"After three whole days of painstaking study, my sourcecraft has reached mastery today. I am bound to make a name for myself!"
Hearing this at the entrance of the Stone Workshop, everyone could not help turning to look, wondering whose wastrel son this was.
Three days of painstaking study—was he really learning sourcecraft?
Even veteran masters with three hundred years of experience would be impressive if they could correctly judge three or four stones out of ten. After all, the Holy Land Families were not completely unfamiliar with sourcecraft masters, and the stones here had all been assessed before being put on display.
At the source of the voice stood a young nobleman in embroidered robes and jade garments at the entrance to the Shimmering Light Holy Land Stone Workshop. His eyes kept darting about, and he looked like a complete novice.
The young nobleman seemed to notice the surrounding gazes as well. He pulled out the folding fan at his waist and snapped it open. Written prominently upon it were four characters: "May wealth pour in."
Everyone's expressions immediately changed.
It was not because those four words held some profound mystery that made the people who had initially looked down on him uncertain.
Rather, they now looked at him as though he were an idiot.
The ink on those words had not even dried. When the fan had been folded away, the wet ink had smeared elsewhere. He had clearly written it somewhere just moments ago and impatiently brought it here right away.
Where had this oddball come from?
"Young master... entry to our Stone Workshop requires proof of qualification."
Even the Shimmering Light disciples of the Stone Workshop hesitated. They liked customers who did not know the trade, but they did not like fools.
The nobleman merely glanced