Hearing that, Feng Jun was so angry his face flushed red. "I've never once thought that logistics could be called a battlefield!"
He couldn't help questioning, "Are you looking down on my Teleportation ability and thinking I can't protect myself on the battlefield?"
"How would I dare look down on your Teleportation?" Yaoyang Elder hastily waved his hands. He really didn't want to be dragged off to meet the "Sect Elders," so he could only shift the blame. "The two True Sages stressed it again and again. It really has nothing to do with me."
Feng Jun was thoroughly depressed. He wanted to go to those few planets not just to rescue the Human Race; he was also thinking that if the chance arose, he'd grab some tech products from this plane and take them back to Earth.
