Never mind everyone else present.
Even the Source master and the old woman in the stone workshop came over in surprise.
They asked Taiyi whether he would sell it; their Dao Yi Holy Land was willing to buy back this fiery-red source at a premium.
Taiyi shook his head gently and did not sell it.
He put the fiery-red source away.
"Come, let's take a look at the Heaven-Class Stone Garden!"
A smile spread across his face.
He led An Miaoyi straight ahead.
They crossed the eighteenth stone garden and headed toward the Heaven-Class Stone Garden.
The heaven-class stone gardens of these holy lands were special. Buyers could not take stones away to cut themselves; they had to cut them there, because the holy lands wanted to observe and accumulate experience.
This was a strict rule, and no one knew which era it had begun in. Some speculated that the Source Heavenly Master of those days had made the holy lands suffer terribly, gambling until their faces turned green, and they had studied Source Arts because of it.
In fact, over all these years, the holy lands' Source Arts had indeed improved greatly. Even most people deeply accomplished in Source Arts could not necessarily compare with them.
These holy lands were no fools. Most of the unusual stones displayed here had been appraised repeatedly.
The occasional bargain was something those Source Arts masters had misjudged.
Rare treasures were seldom cut out.
"Whoa..."
Hearing this, the cultivators coming and going nearby could not help staring blankly.
They had not expected him to head straight for the Heaven-Class Stone Garden. Was he serious?
Taiyi and An Miaoyi passed through eighteen stone gardens in succession, attracting quite a few people's attention, but no fool made any insolent remarks to mock or stop them.