Chapter 0143: Wealthy Families Are Not Aristocratic Families

Ye Wudao was not influenced by the bystanders; his hands, holding the cutting machine, were steady as a robot's, methodically cutting without haste or impatience, while the onlookers all watched him with a strange expression, as if they were waiting to see a joke play out.

But at that moment among the crowd, there was an old man with crane-like hair, leaning on a cane, full of silver hair, his eyes fixated on Ye Wudao's actions without moving. If one got close to him, they might even hear this elder muttering to himself about something like by-products.

With a "clack," the small cutting machine suddenly stopped turning, and a piece of stone skin fell from the raw stone, revealing a hole the size of a baby's fist.