Zhang Yang and Qingxu stayed behind to watch a good show before catching up with Situ Mingyue and the tiger demon.

They returned to the entrance of the Tianjiao Battlefield.

There were no natural treasures here, and it had only been a few days since they entered the Tianjiao Battlefield. Who would come to this place?

"That thing of yours is quite interesting. It can make distant objects look so clear," Qingxu said, looking at the scope in Zhang Yang's hand. "Generally speaking, to see that far, you'd need either innate divine sight or some other eye-enhancing spiritual herb. Otherwise, a Divine Soul Stage cultivator would directly use their spiritual sense. What is this thing?"