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The older elder only took Mu Qingli's persistence as a desperate struggle, unwilling to give up. He continued, "Little girl, this artificial stone, even if you cut it ten more times, it won't yield anything."
Someone immediately echoed, "If this Shitou can yield anything, I'll take my head off and kick it around like a ball for this little girl."
"Not to mention ten cuts, even a hundred more won't produce anything."
"Stop looking, it's just an artificial stone..."
Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, the stall owner looked at Qingli, "Little girl, do you still want to cut it?"
Qingli nodded, "Cut, just cut right here."
"Alright." The stall owner manipulated the switch once more.
Just as the crowd was about to turn away, the air was suddenly pierced by the stall owner's shout, "It's green, there's green!"
There's green?
An artificial stone producing green?
Isn't that too bizarre?
Upon hearing this sound, everyone turned back in unison.