Lin Mo enjoyed the gasps behind him without slowing his movements.
A thousand cubic meters of space sounded like a lot, but faced with mountains and oceans of supplies, it was soon filled.
Packed to the brim.
"All right, that's enough for now," Lin Mo told the logistics officer, who had turned completely to stone.
"I'll pick up the rest next time."
With that, he turned and left under everyone's awed, astonished gazes.
Back in his room, he thought of what Zhao Kexia had said: next time, the Pangu Mecha would be officially ready for use, and he could take it into the Terra Continent. He could not help looking forward to it.
Following his usual routine, Lin Mo placed the Spatial Ring in a sealed bag and tucked it beneath his tongue.
Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.
His consciousness slowly sank into darkness.
He did not know how much time had passed before he regained awareness and familiar surroundings came into view.
The slightly cool morning air of the Terra Continent filled his nostrils.
Lin Mo opened his eyes. He had just sat up when someone abruptly flung open the tent flap.
Zhao Gang braced one hand against the doorframe, panting hard, his face filled with uncontrollable delight.
"Lin Mo! You're awake? Hurry! They're here!"
In his excitement, Zhao Gang could barely get his words out and called Lin Mo directly by name.
Lin Mo froze for a moment.
"They're here? Who's here?"
A thought instantly flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood what Zhao Gang meant.
The Holy Human Race's delegation!
The engineering team that would build the Permanent Portal!
"The Holy Human Race's people are finally here!"
Lin Mo swung himself out of bed and pulled on