The stones on the mountain peak where he stood were white, resembling white jade.
The adjacent peaks were different; the east was dark green, the west was crimson, the south brown-gray, and the north golden.
This sparked his curiosity.
These stones contained spiritual energy, similar to jade.
Compared to the jade he saw outside, these stones were richer in spiritual energy and thus more valuable.
If one casually carried a stone out from here and polished it, its value would be astounding.
He shook his head, and a flying knife shot from his sleeve towards the nearby stone.
The knife pierced it easily, as if stabbing into tofu, with only a shallow mark visible as the handle sank into the stone.
Chu Zhiyuan sensed the spiritual energy inside the stone through the knife.
The energy was dense and pure, as if possessing a spirituality, difficult to absorb.
This was not merely jade; its utility was likely greater.
He vanished suddenly.
