By continuously cycling through the process of "spiritual energy gathering—energy explosion—propulsive force—spiritual energy gathering," the vehicle achieved the conditions necessary for movement.
White Mist reached a conclusion through her observations.
She blinked, and her eyes returned to normal.
She opened her mouth, seeming somewhat hesitant to speak.
"Is something wrong?" The driver noticed the change in White Mist's expression and asked with a chuckle.
Being able to carry such a beautiful young girl was something that made him quite happy.
"It's nothing." White Mist smiled and gently shook her head.
She couldn't exactly say, "Do you know that what you're sitting on is actually a bomb, constantly on the verge of exploding?" That would make people think something was wrong with her head.
After remaining silent for a long while, White Mist still couldn't help asking, "Um, I'd like to ask something."
"Sure. If I know, I'll tell you." The driver nodded, his gaze still fixed ahead. On a rainy day like this, he did not dare let his attention wander.
"Do you know about the... danger of this vehicle?" White Mist asked tactfully.
In her view, driving such a thing was no different from sitting atop a bomb. At any rate, she would absolutely never do it.
"Danger?" The driver froze for a moment before laughing. "Of course. When I took my driver's license test, I went through no small amount of hardship. There wasn't just a test of driving skills—there were also all sorts of rules to follow. Like yielding to pedestrians, obeying traffic lights at intersections, keeping your speed within a certain limit... Anyway, there were a whole lot of them."
White Mist felt that she and this driver might not be on the same wavelength.
"I remember spending far more time learning the rules than learning