Zhang Yajiu abruptly rose to his feet.
If Tai Jing and the Ghost Saint before him were not in league, how could Tai Jing have been the one to appear when the woman sought help at the temple?
Even if they were not allies, they must have reached some sort of agreement.
"Master, please calm yourself." The Ghost Saint raised a hand slightly.
Tai Jing smiled serenely. "Didn't Master Zhang say that as long as we obtained the inheritance, you would willingly hand over the Six Paths Yellow Springs?"
Tai Jing had not used Tu Shan Jun's identity to extort him. However, the fire in his chest had yet to die down, and now that he had found an opportunity, he naturally used his words to mock Zhang Yajiu.
The standing Zhang Yajiu was horrified.
His heart began to pound like a drum.
He had indeed said those words.
But this inheritance had sat here for so many years, and no one had ever obtained it.
The Divine Lord had even personally stated that it would not be passed on.
"Hmph."
Zhang Yajiu sneered. "What skill is there in hiring someone?"
He scrutinized the Ghost Saint for a long while before sitting back down.
He said flatly, "It is not unreasonable for Fellow Daoist to act as a peacemaker. After all, this was a misunderstanding. I was thrown into disorder by concern, and I also failed to make things clear to that apprentice's parents."
"However, this was all part of the trial. Fellow Daoist had his reasons for acting as he did, but it is also true that my opportunity was lost because of it."
"We were not the ones who ruined your opportunity."
"Then who was?"
"A fortune-teller, who guided the woman to the temple."
"A fortune-teller?" Zhang Yajiu