Watching the change in Angel Yan's expression, Yun Chuan secretly laughed. This woman still thought he was some poor virgin like Ge Xiaolun, who would get shy and embarrassed over a few words?
She was seriously underestimating the composure of a battle-hardened veteran driver.
"Your shuttle is quite distinctive..." Yun Chuan casually said as he looked around.
By now, Angel Yan had calmed down again. "This is a technological creation only available to civilizations above Level Five. Your Earth cannot even break free of the Earth-Moon system for colonization and has yet to qualify as a Level Two civilization, let alone possess such advanced technology. Don't underestimate this Wormhole Shuttle. The technology contained within it is beyond Earth's imagination. There is a technological gap here. Even if the Wormhole Shuttle were handed over to Earth for study, you still wouldn't get anywhere with it."
"It really is unfathomably advanced."
Yun Chuan nodded honestly. He had examined it with the Fiery Eyes of Truth just now. The technology it contained involved far too many fields; even he had only understood a small part of it.
"But with such an industrial steel-and-machinery appearance, it has a pair of primitive wings attached. The sense of mismatch is pretty severe," he added.
That was indeed true. Overall, there was nothing wrong with the appearance of the Wormhole Shuttle they were riding in. The key issue was the pair of snow-white wings extending from its sides, just like an Angel's wings. Machinery and something primitive fused together—Yun Chuan simply could not imagine what function those wings served. Of course, perhaps he was just ignorant. Maybe those wings were some kind of advanced technology too.
"That's just a difference in aesthetics."
Angel Yan smiled and retorted, "Among us Angels, this is the finest technological creation. With