The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

The cold air condensed silently in the air, initially just a faint chill.

In an instant, it transformed into a tangible sense of oppression.

A pale blue light appeared out of nowhere, carrying with it a biting icy mist as it rushed towards Mu Jing and Ying Li.

Eagle suddenly shivered, frost instantly forming on his hair, and he trembled uncontrollably, but he still gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the white-haired woman's profile, refusing to back down in the slightest.

Xuehua looked down at Mu Jing and saw that his fingertips had turned bluish-white. She couldn't help but call out worriedly, "Jing-jun!"

Mu Jing patted the back of her hand with his other hand. Although his palm was cold, the force was steady: "Trust me."

"[Divergence]!" he shouted sharply.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly stood up.

The movements were incredibly slow, as if every inch of their bones was fighting against an unseen flood or ferocious beast.

The white light around him suddenly shone brightly, colliding with the pale blue ice mist that rushed towards him, producing a faint "sizzling" sound.

Within seconds, the marble floor tiles beneath his feet were covered in frost, with ice patterns blooming layer by layer like lotus flowers.

Soon, Mu Jing's movements became smoother, and the white light around him formed a delicate balance with the ice mist.

He stood up straight with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed intently on the white-haired woman who was leisurely sipping tea.

There are no useless psionic abilities, only useless psionicists.

If anyone else were to use [Divergence] and fail to see through the essence of this icy mist, they would have already been frozen to the ground.

Ke Mujing had seen through the white-haired woman's methods from the very beginning. The moment he "realized" the true nature of the ice mist, this boring test was already over.

The white-haired woman paused, her bright red lips hovering over the teacup, no longer taking a sip.

The pale blue light surrounding her suddenly intensified, and the exquisite pendant on her chest lit up as well, causing the icy mist to surge even more fiercely.

Yingli finally couldn't hold on any longer, turned his gaze away, hugged his knees, and trembled like a leaf.

The [Spirit Sword Thousand Blades] in Qiong Ren's hand hummed, a vibration of the blade yearning for battle.

But Xuehua pressed down on the hilt of his sword: "Trust Jing-jun."

Mu Jing, however, seemed completely unfazed by the pressure, even watching the barrage of comments scrolling wildly across his retina with ease.

"Mu Jing and Xue Hua are holding hands! How sweet! She's definitely the main heroine!"

"Xuehua fighting against her aunt for Mujing is so cool!"

"Office lady outfit, black stockings, huge breasts, updo! Brothers, XP is calling me, I'm busy right now, gotta go."

"The official setting is that she's at the peak of her second breakthrough! Can Prison Mirror really withstand it?"

"Standing before you now is: the fastest-surviving, ice-cold 'Snow Woman' Queen, with a powerful background, the 'mastermind' behind the Holy Spirit Bureau's split, long-legged in black stockings, and with enormous breasts, the legendary Tea-Drinking Sister!"

"Stop, stop! There's not enough room for all these people!"

As the comments suggest, the woman seemingly leisurely sipping tea is the core of the Echo Tower storyline and the catalyst for the Holy Spirit Bureau's split.

She was supposed to die tonight, and everything he's doing now is to save her and change that outcome.

"That's enough fooling around!"

He suddenly moved, grabbing the Holy Judge beside Xuehua.

The heel of the shoe slammed into the frost-covered marble floor tiles, making a piercing cracking sound.

With a low shout, he transformed into a gray shadow and darted away.

"Crack—"

The stagnant air was torn apart by the sword's edge, producing a sharp, whistling sound.

The ice mist along the way was instantly sliced ​​into fragments, and the ice shards fell like broken jade.

Before the flying ice shards could even hit the ground, the tip of the Holy Judgment's sword was already pressed against the white-haired woman's pale throat!

Her pupils contracted sharply, completely unprepared for Mu Jing's sudden attack.

She spun around abruptly and leaned back, the teacup in her hand crashing to the ground with a "crack," shards scattering everywhere.

The pendant on her chest shone brightly as she prepared to activate her ice blade defense.

Mu Jing, however, had already used the momentum to leap to the height of the dome chandelier, raising his longsword high above his head, and the silver light poured down like a full moon.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of countless ice blocks shattering blended together!

The white-haired woman hastily blocked with her arm, and the icy mist condensed into a thick layer of ice armor on her arm, but it shattered like spiderweb cracks the moment the sword fell.

A terrifying force traveled through her arms and throughout her body. She groaned and her knees buckled uncontrollably, causing her to kneel on the ground.

"Sacred Mark - Breakthrough!"

She gritted her teeth and hissed, and a pale blue light instantly enveloped her entire body.

Finally, he turned around and glared angrily at Mu Jing.

But the gray-haired figure had already shielded everyone in front of him.

What was in front of her was—

Xuehua, with her wings outstretched in fury.

A pink-haired girl surrounded by sword blades.

A black-haired man kneeling and glaring angrily.

The white-haired woman's gaze fell on her left arm—where the ice armor had shattered, a very shallow bloodstain was seeping blood.

Her face turned ashen: "Despicable!"

—In all these years, this man is the first person to hurt her!

"So this is the method of the 'devil' you despise!" Mu Jing's voice was cold. "Ms. Xue Li has been in a high position for so long that she has become dulled in her sense of crisis."

"You..." Xue Li's chest heaved with anger, and she was about to explode.

The maid next to them suddenly clapped her hands and laughed, "Alright, alright, wouldn't it be better to save your energy for dealing with demons? Xiao Jing, put away your sword first, and Xue Li, put down your sacred artifact too. Don't bother with the juniors."

She paused, glancing around at the ice shards: "If this keeps going, my office might be torn down!"

Mu Jing was the first to put away the Holy Judgment, and the light of the pendant on Xue Li's chest gradually dimmed.

The atmosphere had just eased a little when Xue Li turned to Xue Hua and coldly questioned, "Xiao Xue, how could you lay a hand on your aunt for a man?"

Xuehua raised her eyes, her gaze resolute: "Auntie, Jingjun did nothing wrong."

The air froze again, and Qiongren's hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Just then, a smile suddenly bloomed on Xue Li's cold face.

Her smile was like a lotus flower just beginning to bloom, carrying a touch of gentleness: "You've grown up, and you're finally no longer chasing after your older sister... You've smiled much more today."

The tense atmosphere immediately dissipated.

"Ah!" Xuehua's cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly covered her face. "N-it wasn't because of him!"

Xue Li said no more and turned to the woman dressed as a maid: "Director Sui, I understand about the demon invasion. I will report back to headquarters tomorrow, and we will consider providing support."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the door, then stopped and looked at Xuehua: "Xiaoxue, if this man does something wrong, remember to tell your aunt! Let your aunt teach him a lesson!"

Xuehua nodded and squeezed Mu Jing's hand tightly: "Yes, Jing-kun, please don't do anything to betray me."

"It's getting late, let's go have dinner together!" Director Sui said with a smile, trying to smooth things over.

After the meal, everyone went back to their rooms.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell onto the pristine white bed.

Mu Jing danced, her movements strange and stiff, like a marionette, her body movements mechanical, yet carrying an indescribable rhythm.

The dance ended a quarter of an hour later.

He lay down on the bed, turned on the live comments, and fell asleep to the sound of the comments, his breathing gradually slowing down.

[Real-world comment section]

"Holy crap, it has to be HagiMirror again! A warrior ambushing a mage, unbelievable!"

"Sure enough, dealing with ice requires a tough, ruthless, and precise approach. Look at Xue Li's expression—it went from disdain to doubt to approval!"

"Why is the Director of the Holy Spirit Bureau dressed as a maid?!"

Don't ask too many questions about anime and manga!

"The bureau chief is so elegant! I want to be his dog!"

"As expected of a blockbuster of the year, even the female supporting characters are of such high quality."

"Brothers, I'm busy right now, let's talk later."

"Goodnight!" Mu Jing murmured to himself in bed.

The comments continued to flood the screen.

"Good night!"

"The prison guard really hasn't had a moment's rest. He's been playing from morning till afternoon, and then continuing into the night. He must be exhausted!"

"By the way, what kind of dance is that Prison Mirror doing? It's so strange."

Just then, the barrage of comments moved even faster, as if warning something.

Under the cover of night, a woman suddenly appeared above Mu Jing, her figure hazy and her face indistinct: "Hehehehe, finally asleep."

"Oh no, it's a sneak attack!"

"Wake up, Prison Mirror!"

"This woman clearly has ill intentions!"

However, Mu Jing had already fallen into a deep sleep...