The mist grew thicker and thicker, layers of white completely obscuring the team's vision. They gradually emerged from their complex emotions.
As the airship sank into the dense mist, orderly, pure white lines of clouds appeared outside the gondola, stretching into the distance.
"These are turbulence trails. We need to find a region of stable currents to keep the airship moving forward."
At one end of the gondola was a row of sophisticated instruments. A team member walked over to them and began to observe them intently.
After a moment, he decisively pressed an operation button beside the instruments.
After the button was pressed, the airship's trajectory changed. The vessel, which had been steadily ascending, suddenly began to drift along the orderly cloud lines, as if propelled by a gentle current.
Li Luo glanced around for a moment but still couldn't spot a power source.
"Do you feel that?" Zhou Chao asked from beside her.
"Feel what?"
