The cutting blade gradually penetrated the stone, slowly igniting sparks and advancing downwards. Just ten centimeters to go, and the layer of skin being cut would fall off.
"Hold on!" Ding Shan suddenly yelled for the cutter to stop, rolled up his sleeves, and approached him, saying, "Let me handle this last bit, Master."
The cutter didn't mind and allowed Ding Shan to take over. Chanting a silent prayer for the Buddha's blessing, Ding Shan carefully pressed down the cutting blade and made the cut.
"Thump!" A layer of the original stone's skin instantly fell to the ground—there was nothing!
Utter silence fell over the entire place! Everyone stared at the layer of gray stone skin, which revealed nothing.
Unwilling to accept it, Ding Shan made a few more cuts. The whole stone was sliced into pieces, yet not a hint of green was found, only monotonous gray stone.