A buzz of discussion broke out.
Those who were near the Giant Tree Root Sea Area were thrilled. Some had already decided to spread the news as soon as they left and bring the people around them along to try their luck.
But those who were far away could only sigh regretfully. Voices lamenting their bad luck rang out everywhere.
It was probably the feeling of wanting something but being unable to obtain it, of finding it impossible to encounter by fate.
They had clearly seen Su Mo with their own eyes, yet they had no way to use this opportunity to seek their own fortune.
Moral coercion?
Forcing him to answer?
If the destination after traveling tens of thousands of kilometers were Earth, and a stable return home, every survivor would go mad.
But no matter how safe Su God's territory was, it was still on the New Continent—the thorn in the side of every foreign race.
If they chose to migrate,
they would not only have to endure the risks along the way, but also the risks after reaching the territory.
It was impossible, and unnecessary!
Seeing the people's emotions change again and again, gradually cooling from their initial excitement,
Su Mo secretly let out a long breath. It seems all that preparation really wasn't wasted.
Hiding it was possible.
But he could hide it for a while, not forever.
When he had decided to rescue survivors and expand the territory's population, the territory had already held several meetings to discuss how to deal with different situations.
Among them, having newcomers directly expose the coordinates was undoubtedly the most troublesome.
Fortunately, after several rounds of preparation, the territory's Guards had made proper defenses.
Whenever a newcomer genuinely intended to do so, they were detected the moment the thought