"Not necessarily, why rush? We're only a third of the way through."
"Things are usually in the center; it's still early."
"In the center, doesn't that mean even if it's a treasure, it's very small?"
"Won't be a loss, right?"
"What do you know!" someone sneered, "Treasures are not judged by their size."
"Which would you choose, a fingernail-sized Divine Crystal or a hundred pounds of common Crystal Stone?"
Upon hearing this, many fell silent.
Because even if it's a fingernail-sized Divine Crystal, its value and energy definitely surpass common Crystal Stone.
Legend has it that Divine Crystals contain mysterious, unfathomable power.
The Green-robed Middle-aged Man naturally knew this, so even though a third of the stone was cut without any radiance, he remained calm.
His hand was very steady, slowly slicing off the stone skin.
But soon, the Green-robed Middle-aged Man began to sweat coldly, and his face turned very grim.
