Chapter 171: What price are you willing to pay to save him?

The blade slowed, then stopped. The cut face parted, and a tender violet sheen blossomed from the heart of the stone, casting a soft purple glow over the area. It was violet jadeite of the finest grade-saturated and even in color, delicate and almost translucent, a gem that looked as if it had been carved by nature itself. In the sunlight, it dazzled. George Quatremane had picked that rock with his eyes shut, and it turned out to be something so rare it caught everyone off guard. The crowd went...