Zhang Yang felt his master's concern and was moved. "Thank you, Master!"

Qingyunzi's expression softened, and he smiled. "I know you've done a lot to prepare for entering the Tianjiao Battlefield. I'm not worried about your spiritual power at all, so I believe you'll definitely come out of the Tianjiao Battlefield alive."

Zhang Yang replied seriously, "Master, isn't your expectation a bit too low? Just coming out alive—is that worth all my effort?"

Qingyunzi raised an eyebrow. "Do you intend to win the championship?"