"Mirror of Retribution Hell!" As someone well versed in the scriptures, Qu Zan naturally knew about the hells.
Hells were places where Vengeful Ghosts gathered. Those people called themselves the masters of hell, so naturally, each of them controlled multiple Vengeful Ghosts or supernatural objects.
Qu Zan turned his gaze toward the three Dharma Protector Elders. They usually wore cloaks over golden armor and were extremely mysterious, but today they had drawn back their cloaks, revealing their true faces.
The first looked like an old man, with sparse hair, a bare forehead, and a rather imposing presence. The second elder looked middle-aged, with a square face that often wore a smile.
The third was a female Jomo with a shaved head and cool features. There was no telling her age. Her skin was fair, smooth, and supple, yet her eyes seemed to have weathered the vicissitudes of life.
Facing these three Dharma Protector Elders, Qu Zan felt that beneath their composed, tranquil exteriors, they were like three great lakes, concealing deep chasms within.
"-Such arrogance, daring to call themselves masters of hell." The elderly Dharma Protector Elder snorted, anger in his voice.
The Jomo elder looked at Qu Zan and said, "You had contact with that impostor Dzongben. Did you notice any clues?"
"Miss Tuya asked this humble monk the same question. This humble monk knows little about the Dzongben. Even his own daughter couldn't tell the real from the false, so this humble monk could discern no clues," Qu Zan said.
"But this humble monk has a question. Miss Tuya said that when she was drawn into the world inside the mirror, the false Dzongben was drawn into it with her while trying to save her. That is very strange-even if the false Dzongben knew the killing rules of