All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 556 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Five_1

Faint starlight dimly shone upon Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to the hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones.

Clad in her wet clothes, her delicate body resembled a half-unveiled fruit, her jade arms softly curved, revealing her graceful demeanor.

With soft hands, she gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The flowing water drenched her robe, sketching out the perfect outline of her figure. She felt somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes that were not completely taken off clung to her body intimately, slightly translucent, revealing the flesh underneath. Normally, her loose-fitting robe would not show much, but now the true contours of Mount Lu were finally visible.

Ji Nanjue obviously looked at her with surprise, then curled the corners of her mouth, speaking teasingly,

"It's no wonder teacher and student are so alike, even lying in the same mould..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Madam' indeed sounds too old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade legs, submerged beneath the water, gently stirred the surface, scattering a few droplets.

Then, propping herself up with her jade arms, she stood up bare, the waterline just above her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist without a trace of excess flesh.

"You should take off your clothes. You can't take a bath while wearing them, can you?"

Along the journey, this one robe had been with Li Zijun for goodness knows how long, though not a stain was on it.

Li Zijun, somewhat shy, slipped off the garment and placed it on the shore, then immediately sat down in the pool, hiding herself completely.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her; instead, she sat down beside her.

The air held a certain heaviness; the time before the rain was always especially tense.

Her small hands gently stirred the water, allowing it to fall back into the pool. Then suddenly she spoke,

"You've only met him a few times. Are you that certain about your feelings?"

"It's normal to have someone you admire at your age, but you don't seem to be someone who acts impulsively."

"I'm curious. Could you share your thoughts with me?"

Pausing, realizing her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue quickly added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say anything..." Her gaze remained on Li Zijun as she spoke.

"Thoughts, you say?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmured softly.

Staring into the dark waters, she pondered for a moment, then spoke softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

"Isn't it that at some point, due to something that stirs deep within the heart, involuntarily, one begins to harbor someone else inside?"

"Maybe it's just a glance, just a gesture."

Ji Nanjue was startled for a moment, listening to her voice tinged with sadness. Even though her words were gentle, there was a noticeable frustration in her tone.

Then she pulled her tightly into her embrace, cheek pressed against Li Zijun's. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have once sneered at this term, dismissing it as ridiculous. The idea that a single look could confirm one's feelings could, in her view, only be attributed to lust for the other's physical beauty.

But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the term. Her own life path with Su Bei seemed to come together effortlessly. After returning from the gates of the underworld, the emotions forged through their shared adversity were naturally profound.

Maybe before that night, her heart had already imprinted his shadow; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never admitted it.

"That's one way to see it." Li Zijun gave a wry smile; it seemed she had been misunderstood.

Her feelings for Su Bei were hardly as simple as she had described; it was after nearly a century of blending that she had confirmed her own heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling cold..." She hugged her arms, blinked, and looked at Ji Nanjue.

"Go on back," Ji Nanjue said gently. "Sister... will stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue smiled at her warmly, her heart somewhat complicated.

At the end of the day, she was still a woman. Even though she knew that there would never be a day when she and Su Bei could be together openly, she still felt repulsion towards another woman trying to take even a bit of warmth from her.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... Both emotionally and logically, it was somewhat outrageous. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

An odd idea surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her master... and herself in the middle? What a complicated relationship... a lineage spanning three generations, right?

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There is no right or wrong in emotions. If anything's to blame, it's all rooted in that philanderer, Su Bei. If he hadn't spread love everywhere and sown wild oats, how could he have conjured up so many emotional debts?

He's having the time of his life...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue a few times. When Ji Nanjue came to her senses, she playfully tapped Li Zijun's small, delicate nose and chuckled,

"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear my dress for now."

She pointed towards the white silk dress on the shore.

"..."

Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

With a rustling sound, she put on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

Watching Li Zijun's receding figure, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.