"It's Beishu Pi!"
Suddenly, a professor from another Wuda exclaimed, his voice sharp, as if a stray dog had bitten the silence of the night.
Indeed!
It's Beishu Pi.
Everyone was parched, and Ding Beitu was even more shocked, stiffening up.
Su Yue, much like a street vendor selling socks, kept pulling out Beishu Pi from his waist bag.
One roll!
Two rolls!
Three rolls!
...
The color and texture of Beishu Pi are particularly peculiar, and at least on Earth, it's currently impossible to replicate, besides there's no need to.
Except for professors of environmental linguistics, no one would take an interest in Beishu Pi.
Those who sell Beishu Pi are mostly Martial Artists from the Military Department, and they have no need to deceive these scholars with fake Beishu Pi.
Thus, counterfeit Beishu Pi simply doesn't exist in the market.
Even the Yangxiang Race has no motive to forge it.
Therefore, the items this young man produced must be real.
