Another week passed in the blink of an eye.
Ever since the Death Tide began, time in the wasteland seemed to have had an accelerator pressed down by an invisible hand. If one wasn't paying attention, the years rushed by in an instant.
"Old Ji, good morning!"
Seeing Su Mo emerge from the Stone House, several fortress residents standing by the entrance hurried over to greet him.
Old Zhang had gone to considerable trouble, deliberately arranging for some people to stay by the entrance so they could respond to his requests at any time.
Whenever something happened, he instead ran around handling matters himself, afraid of delaying the fortress's normal operations.
Anyone who didn't know the truth might even think he was the lord of the Giant Stone Territory.
"You go ahead with your work. Nothing's happening today. I'll take a look around the Earth Fortress."
Su Mo smiled.
"Then go ahead, sir. Just call us if you need anything." Qian Wei, who led the special operations team, hurriedly responded. He had been one of the first people to join the Giant Stone Territory and knew exactly how much Su Mo had contributed to its development. As a result, his attitude was even more respectful than the others'.
The weather was clear, with not a cloud in the sky.
After a week of rainy weather ended, the Southern Plate had enjoyed nearly a full week of sunshine.
During this period, Building Foam had been used almost every day, successfully testing its effects in many more areas.
For example, the narrow path connecting the Heaven Fortress to the Earth Fortress had been widened and evenly covered with Building Foam.
Walking along the steps, which were wide enough for seven people to walk abreast, Su Mo stopped from time to time and