As the battle ended, the various factions saw how wealthy Kamar-Taj was, and they could not help feeling envious.
Even Michael, who had always been so arrogant, had to admit that he was jealous when he saw this.
Extremely jealous, at that.
But even so.
He still gave a cold snort.
"We sorcerers have never judged things by these possessions. What matters to us is magic, not anything else!"
"Those without much strength just love fussing over these things!"
"Yet they haven't developed magic, the very foundation of it all!"
Michael's words were sarcastic and dripping with envy.
Mordo had already returned to his seat. Hearing this, he could not help glancing sideways at him.
But knowing that Michael was simply jealous, he did not dwell on it.
Mordo did not want to stoop to arguing with someone like him, but Wang Yang did not mind.
He immediately said, "Yes, but I think that's still much better than certain sorcerers whose magic is nothing special and who don't have these things either. Wouldn't you agree, Sorcerer Michael?"
As Wang Yang spoke, he turned to look at Michael.
"You..."
Hearing Wang Yang's words and remembering how he had sealed his power, Michael's face filled with anger.
"What's wrong, former bishop? I know your Church of Eternity is wealthy, so obviously I wasn't talking about you!"
Wang Yang could not help smiling as he looked at Michael's expression.
"I heard that the Church of Eternity can gain countless followers just by giving out a little of its wealth. I wonder if that's true. How enviable! I wonder when our Kamar-Taj will ever be as wealthy as your Church of Eternity!"
Anyone could hear the sarcasm in Wang Yang's words.
Even an ordinary apprentice could use Energy Crystals to recover, and now he