The patterns and aura on this Ancient Mirror shard are exactly the same as before, making Tang Xiao doubt if she had just seen it wrong.
Clearly, it had melted into two pools of liquid in the flames, so how did it return to its original state in the blink of an eye?
She didn't realize that Xue An hadn't truly melted the two pieces of the Ancient Mirror; he had only used a special fire to extract the divine sense within the shards.
To put it simply, what had melted just now wasn't the shards themselves but the divine sense inside them.
Now, everything returned to silence.
Xue An reached out to take the large shard of the Ancient Mirror, examining it with a calm expression.
The fusion went smoothly.
After all, the innate nature of such ancient artifacts dictates that they have an instinct to merge with each other.
So even without Xue An's intervention, these two shards would eventually fuse on their own.
What concerned him now was whether that chatterbox spirit still existed.
