But rather—
"Painted Skin Rakshasa!" The Ghost Fire Lord understood this, suddenly realizing that the previous divination was not wrong. The Painted Skin Rakshasa being assigned to the Wangchuan Immortal Mansion was the most critical move.
The Ghost Fire Lord fully mobilized the spell, attempting to contact Painted Skin Rakshasa to explain the situation.
The Painted Skin Rakshasa was at that moment prowling around the outskirts of Wangchuan Immortal City, quietly observing the city gate using spells.
Atop the city gate, a round mirror hung high.
This was an ancient bronze mirror with an iron-gray patina, exuding a cyan-red hue. The mirror surface resembled turbid mercury, where gray-black sands flowed gently, generating an eerie green phosphorescence. The backside of the mirror was a relief sculpture of a blind judge caressing a scroll, with sin energy steaming.
"This is the Evil Mirror."
"Entering this city is quite a hassle."
The Painted Skin Rakshasa sighed softly.
