The young Daoist gave his name. The female Daoist who was the Weaver Girl's incarnation paused, surprise flickering in her eyes. Then she looked at the young Daoist before her, curious, and even glanced behind him. Seeing that there was no one else there, she seemed to understand. "It seems you've come looking for me, senior?"
The Weaver Girl nodded calmly. "That's right."
After learning the young man's true name and realizing that he was the person she had come to find, the Weaver Girl showed a trace of surprise. It quickly passed, however, stirring not so much as a ripple in her heart. Her Sword Heart remained Clear as ever as she said coolly, "Then would you like to guess why I came looking for you, young friend?"
The young Daoist shook his head. "Please tell me plainly, senior."
The Weaver Girl raised her eyes, and the young Daoist suddenly noticed a hazy glow spreading from the jade pendant at his waist. The Northern Emperor Mirror then shot out of it without Qi WuHuo's urging, flying into the Weaver Girl's palm like a homesick bird returning to its nest. It fluttered there joyfully, giving a faint ringing cry.
From beginning to end,
ever since the Northern Emperor had personally bestowed this object upon the Weaver Girl,
the mirror had had only one master.
Qi WuHuo had merely earned the Northern Emperor Mirror's approval during the calamity in the Central Continent.
One person had won some approval for his actions and received help to a certain degree; the other was the former master's direct blood descendant, as well as its true master. Though the Weaver Girl and the Northern Emperor Mirror were not a perfect match, the mirror showed not the slightest hesitation now. Even if the Northern Emperor himself