"This piece of skin shell shows such poor performance; it's unlikely for such delicate Black Jadeite to appear. This young man's luck is truly extraordinary."
Miao Youfeng, standing nearby, also sighed.
Everyone's confusion, Ling Xiaoyu heard it all, looked carefully at this piece of yellow sand skin material, showed a contemplative expression, and muttered, "Perhaps the outermost layer of yellow sand skin's weathered shell isn't its true weathered shell; the deep brown layer inside seems like its real shell, a bit like a stone within a stone."
"So, are we polishing next?"
Qin Yang beamed with joy and said with a smile.
"No need, you go ahead and cut it. This shell is somewhat thick, I'll make the markings."
Ling Xiaoyu shook her head, giving a strange glance at Qin Yang, wondering if this guy was really just lucky?
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
After marking the lines, Qin Yang turned on the cutting machine and followed the white line to cut.
