"How is it, a treasure?"
Looking at Ye Wan, then at the giant stone, Old Qin's eyes were full of anticipation.
On the stone workshop's countertop, a dusky yellow stone radiated a soft glow.
The stone was more than twice as big as the black Winter Melon that had yielded the supreme imperial green jade, and was extremely heavy.
Its surface was covered in mottled patterns.
On the upright side, one could make out a faint character for 'fortune'—uncertain if it was a natural formation or a clever fake to deceive the inexperienced.
Old Qin had looked at it for two days and still couldn't figure it out.
He had the intention to ask Elder Dai over to take a look, but he feared the old man would laugh at him if it turned out to be worthless.
So he simply called for Ye Wan instead.
Xiao Ye was a respectful child who honors the elderly and cherished the young, so she would definitely not laugh at him.
Most importantly, she was incredibly accurate with her assessments.
