บท 1983: The Ancient Demonic Egg

Jue Wu's technique was meticulous, but also a bit rough, which looked tremendously weird.

Her small hand slowly rubbed the natural ore.

The stone-cutting master said impatiently, "If you keep wasting time like this, I don't know how long you'll take."

"Shut up!" Qin Yu glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Shut your bloody mouth!" 

Although the stone-cutting master was tremendously unhappy, he stopped saying anything further.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, nearly an hour had passed, and Jue Wu had only rubbed off a small layer.

The stone-cutting master snorted and said, "This is meaningless. If the treasure is only wrapped by a small layer of the natural ore's outer skin, it would have been snatched away long ago. Even a fool could smell the scent within." 

Although Qin Yu was somewhat unhappy, he had to admit what the stone-cutting master said made sense.

A thin layer couldn't retain the internal qi.