Tai Jing was undoubtedly thrilled and excited.
This trip to the Divine Forbidden Land had not been in vain.
The sect had not held much hope for the Six Paths Yellow Springs to begin with.
The reason was that Zhang Ya Jiu treasured the Six Paths Yellow Springs as dearly as his own child.
The Sword Forging Scripture alone was not enough to negotiate with, yet the sect was reluctant to part with the Ancestral Weapon Art.
And if even the Ancestral Weapon Art failed to secure it, it would certainly be a heavy blow to them.
Tai Jing also understood that Zhang Ya Jiu had only pointed him toward the Western Mountain Temple to make him retreat in the face of difficulty, so that he could meet this Heavenly Lord of the Divine Forbidden Land.
Tai Jing bore Zhang Ya Jiu no resentment.
Rather, if not for Zhang Ya Jiu, he would never have been able to reunite with a fellow disciple from the sect who had been lost outside.
A wild Great Saint—what kind of talent and fortune did it take to forge such a person?
Yet Tai Jing also knew that this senior brother was no ordinary man.
Throughout the ages, only a very small number of cultivators had risen from utter poverty and without any backing to profound cultivation realms, earning the title of great power. Every single one, taken alone, was a legend passed down through the world.
He felt that with this senior brother's talent, there was a considerable chance he could break through Void Refinement and become a Dao Lord whose Dao merged with his body.
Truly, he had searched everywhere in iron shoes to no avail, only to find it without any effort at all.
His little junior sister was still at