C119 Carving

Clang—

The short sword burst forth, a streak of red light slicing away the impurities encasing the stone, revealing a glass-type emerald the size of a human head, radiating a soft green glow. Misty spiritual energy coalesced around it.

Ye Feng carefully picked up the emerald, his heart already certain of its value.

With a flick of his wrist, the emerald soared into the air