"There are many, many, many treasures here."
Liu Di looked up at the space ahead. Glass display cases lined both sides, each filled with Old Jiang's creations.
It already felt like a miniature museum.
Filled with anticipation, Liu Di continued forward.
As his gaze swept over the label on the next glass case, his body froze.
'Time Machine.'
Liu Di stopped, staring reverently at the enormous glass case before him. Inside was a semicircular machine with an almost fantastical appearance. A single seat sat at its center, covered by a transparent windscreen.
There was a flame thruster at the rear.
An image immediately formed in Liu Di's mind: piloting this machine through time, flying to any point in history he wished to visit.
Had Old Jiang's wild-horse-style time travel been upgraded?
Later on, was this what he used to roam through time?
Liu Di narrowed his eyes. This machine looked extremely sophisticated.
Sure enough.
Anything made by Old Jiang was bound to be exceptional.
Liu Di's gaze lowered slightly, only to discover several small words on the machine's label that he had overlooked.
'Time Machine—research failed, completely scrapped.'
Liu Di pursed his lips slightly.
Sorry, I got too excited. My eyes failed me.
He continued onward. The next glass case displayed an oddly shaped handgun. Its front half was long, black, and nearly seamless, while its rear half was a semicylindrical stock that could be secured to the arm.
'Antimatter Handgun.'
Having learned his lesson, Liu Di first searched for any label indicating that the weapon had been scrapped.
But Bulin directly opened the case, grabbed the handgun, and fired a shot into the air with a bang!
Liu Di was startled. "Bulin, how can you just fire it like that?!"
A black beam shot from the barrel, like a