Feng Jun's face reddened with anger. "I've never considered logistics to be part of the battlefield!"
He could not help questioning him, "Are you underestimating my teleportation ability? Do you think I can't protect myself on the battlefield?"
"How would I dare underestimate your teleportation ability?" Elder Yaoyang hurriedly waved his hands. He had no desire whatsoever to be taken to see the other party's "sect elders," so he could only shift the blame. "The two True Venerables stressed it repeatedly. It really has nothing to do with me."
Feng Jun felt utterly frustrated. He wanted to visit those planets not merely to save the Human Race. He was also hoping that, if the opportunity arose, he could obtain some technological products from this plane and bring them back to Blue Star.
As for his hometown on Blue Star, his ultimate goal was to bring about a Spiritual Qi Revival. Yet achieving that would require more than just overcoming difficulties; it would also take time to accumulate. During that process, it was necessary to help Xia Nation improve its technological level.
As for whether the Human Race's technology in this world was stronger or weaker than that of the Blue Star Realm... did that even need asking?
In truth, Feng Jun did not possess the arrogance of Heavenly Zither cultivators. Nor did he believe that the technological path had necessarily gone wrong. At the very least, the presence of high-tech applications in daily life could greatly improve one's quality of life. The real problem was clinging stubbornly to outdated ways.
But now, others would not let him take part in the fighting, which left him rather depressed. He stepped out of the hideout, glanced toward the star system two million li away, and snorted coldly. "Is this place really that