Normal people could only try their luck. Even an experienced worker like Bobby could only keep two to four rough stones. When he had terrible luck, there would also be a time that he was unable to keep any good one.
“Mr. Mayo, all the rough stones are here. Please show us your capability.”
Thomas smiled faintly. “Okay.”
He walked to the pile of rough stones, and he felt the response of the Breath from the rough stone one by one. The stronger the Breath, the higher the quality of the rough stone.
“This is not bad.” Thomas casually threw a rough stone into the basket.
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