The moment Junior Martial Uncle Wu finished speaking, the youths scrambled toward the giant vessel. They scurried up the gangway and began touching and looking at everything on board, their faces filled with curiosity.
Zhao Lin didn't rush to board. Instead, he lagged behind, carefully studying the massive vessel. 'Something seems off,' he thought.
It seemed like overkill for the Chenghua Sect to send such an enormous vessel just to pick up twenty disciples.
Thanks to the engineering mindset from his past life, whenever Zhao Lin encountered something unfamiliar, he felt compelled to understand its underlying principles.
'What material is this giant vessel made of?'
'Where does its power come from?'
'What's its flight speed...?'
On the vessel's roof was an Octagonal Cloud Platform, wreathed in a green glow. That must be the control center for the Flying Vessel.
All over the hull, both front and back, were etched patterns resembling Arrays and countless dense runes.
