A black object about half the size of a palm laid quietly in the wooden box. It was similar to a large ink block. Up close, the extremely thin dark gold stripes could be seen quite obviously, especially when it was put under the light. The golden stripes were sparkling, flashing on and off to display their beauty.
But that type of object, which was unlike wood or stone, was making Chen Mu unable to compare it to a bacterial spore organism. The inclusion of the term "liquid-soft" was also throwing him off. That thing was so different from what he had seen in pictures before, but he believed Tai-shu Yong wouldn't lie to him at that point.
Tai-shu Yong was sensible enough to excuse himself at the right time.
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