The fuel for the motorcycle needs to be purchased by the renter themselves, and it's quite expensive—a half tank costs 1 white crystal.

With limited time, Zhou Zheng twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot forward.

On the highway, there were occasionally some vehicles passing by, possibly lone riders or perhaps a team. You could also see martial artists walking, carrying various weapons. Their endurance made them unafraid of distances of ten or even dozens of kilometers.

The motorcycle sped along, and after more than ten kilometers, human figures became scarce.