Meng Jingyi quickly composed herself and looked around, searching for the approximate location of the brightest light.
Having overused her Spiritual Eye today, she dared not use it lightly again. Relying on her memory, she reached the raw stone that emitted the brightest light, scrutinized it for a moment, and then looked down to assess its value.
At a glance, her jaw almost dropped.
"Eighty... eighty million?"
Oh my, isn't that way too expensive?
The exorbitant price left Meng Jingyi speechless. Wasn't it just a piece of rock? Yet it cost 80 million?
This raw stone weighed nine kilograms. Meng Jingyi looked at the exposed green surface, about the size of a palm, with some skin covering the middle. It was rough and uneven, not at all appealing.
She lowered her head and carefully examined the introduction below the price of the raw stone.
Xiao Heng observed Meng Jingyi's focused look, a hint of doubt in his eyes; she was acting strangely today.
