The wasteland was fraught with danger, and the pressure to survive was immense.
Not to mention the foreign races—even relations between humans were constantly erupting into conflict under the repeated disasters.
Moreover, Su Mo had understood long ago that if the territory wanted to grow and absorb more human survivors,
it either had to decisively sever all ties with the foreign races, leaving no unnecessary entanglements for other survivors to gossip about and exploit,
or ensure that the foreign races it subjugated could be like those little fishmen, completely and willingly submitting to humanity without any complaints.
Otherwise, unclear entanglements would only brew disaster.
Now, after several rounds of development,
the facts had proven that this decision had indeed been flawless.
The conflict between humans and foreign races had grown increasingly severe. Especially after the stimulus of the Myriad Paths Competition, the two sides no longer had any chance of reconciliation.
The Tian Yuan Territory could certainly continue developing by maintaining a slow pace and gradually absorbing suitable foreign races.
But as for Connie, if she wanted to build up a qualified foreign-race force, she had to break away before that could happen.
Considering that the territory at the time did not need a foreign race with an enormous appetite to share its supplies, nor did it need foreign races to charge into every battle,
that was how Connie came to develop independently later on.
Of course, Connie had seemed to vanish over the past year. She had not even sent back any news, and her development outside did not appear to be going smoothly.
If Oreo had not always been able to sense that she was still alive, Su Mo would have thought his arrangement had failed.
"Long time no see. Connie, your strength has improved considerably!"
At that