The total number of boxes was tallied, but the specific distribution work still required a strict Yan procedure.
Su Mo had no objections to this.
Anyway, since the disaster was paused for over thirty days, and considering that he still had to find the God of the Ocean and engage in a battle of Skills against the game, he was not in a hurry to set off for The New World immediately.
After seeing off all the captains, the sky outside was fully bright. The time was just past six o'clock.
Standing at the bow, he had the Power to see that the survivors on the wooden raft had already started to set up pots for cooking. Smoke from the stoves curled upward in the morning wind.
Undoubtedly, the survivors had grown overconfident.
But this overconfidence indeed had its justifications.
Humanity had won, and they had won far more easily than the best-case scenario any survivor had anticipated!
They smiled brightly, and a smile also surfaced on Su Mo's face.
