Terra Continent, Two-World Trade Center.
Watching the bustling streets thronged with people, Lin Mo felt a weight lift from his heart.
Good, nothing had gone wrong.
What he had worried about most was conflict breaking out between the races, or tourists from Great Xia causing trouble by breaking the rules.
After all, this was the first large-scale civilian "date" between two completely different civilizations.
Any tiny spark could turn into a diplomatic incident.
Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly so far.
But there was only so much he could see wandering around outside on his own. He had no clear idea of how things were going in the other areas.
So he turned a corner and headed toward the monitoring center behind the trade center.
He pushed the door open and went in.
"Big Brother Zhao, you're here too?"
Lin Mo was a little surprised.
The monitoring center wasn't large. Dozens of screens crowded the walls, covering every corner of the trade center.
Zhao Gang sat in the chair in the middle, a cup of tea that had long since gone cold beside him, his eyes on the screens and a smile on his lips.
"Couldn't sit still." He didn't even turn around.
"It's opening day. I had to keep an eye on things myself."
Lin Mo pulled up a chair beside him and scanned the screens.
In the Holy Human Race area, a long, winding queue stretched out from the Purification Brooch counter, where the priest shop assistants were so busy their foreheads shone.
They demonstrated the brooches while collecting payments, their smiles brighter than the brooches themselves.
In the Dwarf District, the queue for the rune inscription stalls stretched right around the street corner.
Several dwarf craftsmen grimaced and muttered as they carved.
In the Elf District, a group