Xu Huo believed it was a tool rather than an item because, back in District 009, he had encountered Jiang Jiang, another Painter who was presumably trained by Dr. Zhang. She could also predict the future, though all her predictions concerned the deaths of people around her. She had even predicted her own death.
He didn't know exactly how Jiang Jiang foresaw death, but since that predictive ability could be incorporated into an item, it could just as easily be made into a tool. Perhaps predicting fortune and misfortune wasn't that difficult at certain advanced Wormhole Points.
Of course, that brought the discussion around to time travel.
Dimension Rift could control so many sub-districts and claimed to travel through multidimensional space. Surely it had some way of preventing bad things from happening?
Perhaps there was something even more advanced and unbelievable than time travel.
But there was no point discussing that now.
He took two B-class items, several special items, and some information and ore from the Storage Compartment, then gave Li Cheng all the remaining items, potions, and supplies.
She was surprised he'd given so much back. "Why don't you take two-thirds? I barely did anything..."
"If you don't want them, you can split them with Chen Chou," Xu Huo interrupted.
Chen Chou had already craned his neck toward them. At this, he said delightedly, "Give them to me, give them to me! Only an idiot turns down a bargain!"
Without another word, Li Cheng took everything and handed him only two bags of compressed biscuits.
Chen Chou accepted them without complaint, beaming. "Two bags of biscuits are good, too."
Xu Huo had already gone over to Jiang Zifeng. The others were studying the passage marked with the number 1.
After all, the room had been damaged earlier, and