The expert stared intently at the fiber in Professor Xie's hand, examining it several times, and even reached out to touch it repeatedly. In the end, he seemed a bit uncertain as he said, "This fiber has been stored in the coffin for hundreds of years, how can it still look brand new? Don't you find it strange?"
Su Qingqing smiled and said, "What's so strange about that? Even thousand-year-old corpses in the Xin Zhuihan Tomb can be perfectly preserved. What about silk? As long as the stone coffin is well-sealed, a few hundred years is nothing."
The expert did not refute Su Qingqing's words, but his eyes remained fixed on that piece of fiber.
No one else spoke, and everyone's eyes fell on the piece of fiber in Professor Xie's hand. Initially, no one noticed anything unusual, but upon the expert's mention, everyone began to sense something wrong.
"This fiber doesn't seem to be made of silk or cotton and linen."
