The effect of raising morale sounded rather insubstantial.
Besides, how much morale could a mere Domain Lord Level martial warrior raise?
"Pfft!"
True God Yaofeng even let out a direct scoff.
"What, do you have an objection?" the Star Envoy asked, glancing at Him.
"..."
True God Yaofeng fell silent.
Why did He feel as if there was just the slightest bit of expectation in this Star Envoy's tone?
Damn it!
But no matter what, He held back this time.
He could scoff all He wanted, but He absolutely would not open His mouth.
He had learned this from Wang Teng too.
He felt this method was very useful. The other party used this method every single time to provoke Him—hateful, yet leaving one helpless.
Now He was using the same method to pay the other party back. What was wrong with that?
This was called a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye!
Wang Teng gave Him a strange look and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He did not feel mocked. He only thought the other party looked hilarious.
Of all things to learn, He just had to learn from him.
There was a saying that put it well: those who resemble me live; those who imitate me die.
If the other party could truly grasp the essence of it, Wang Teng would have to admire Him a little.
Seeing that True God Yaofeng had not spoken for a long while, a trace of oddness appeared in the Star Envoy's eyes as well.
He seemed to have seen through True God Yaofeng's thoughts, and could not help feeling somewhat speechless.
Then he said:
"You may think this sounds hollow, but the effect of morale on the battlefield is very real."
"Wang Teng's performance on the