All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 616 - 355_1

The dim specks of starlight landed on Li Zijun's face, and the strands of hair on her forehead were dotted with water droplets that slid down to her collarbone.

After getting drenched, the fabric clung to her body, revealing her delicate and well-proportioned figure, making it seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms bent slightly, displaying her enchanting pose.

Her fair hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair behind her head. The water also drenched her silk gown, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue somewhat bashfully.

The clothes she had not completely taken off adhered fully to her delicate body, slightly translucent and revealing the flesh beneath. The normally loose gown had hidden much, but now the true form of Mount Lu was revealed.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise, then a corner of her mouth curled as she spoke teasingly, "As expected of master and disciple, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Forget it. If you want to call me Sister, then do so. 'Madam' sounds strangely old-fashioned anyway."

"..."

Her submerged jade legs gently stirred the surface of the water, splashing up a few droplets.

Then, with a gentle push from her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water reached just to the tops of her thighs, exposing half of her slender, flat waist, which was without an ounce of excess fat.

"Take off your clothes. Surely you can't bathe in them, can you?" Ji Nanjue said.

The silk gown she wore had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, a bit embarrassed, took off the gown and placed it on the shore before quickly sitting down in the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air felt a bit oppressive; the period before rain always felt particularly tense.

Ji Nanjue's small hand gently scooped up water, letting it spill from her fingers, then she suddenly asked, "You've only met him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal to yearn for someone at your age, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm curious, could you share what's on your mind?"

She paused, feeling her question was a bit tricky, so Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes remained on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips and didn't look at Ji Nanjue, just murmured softly.

Gazing into the somewhat dark waters of the pool, she pondered for a moment and said faintly, "Does one truly need thoughts or reasons to like someone?"

"Is it not that at a certain point in time, because of something that deeply moves the core of your being, someone unconsciously finds a place in your heart?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a single gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which had turned somewhat forlorn—though soft and gentle, for some reason, Ji Nanjue could hear a great deal of turmoil in her tone.

Then Ji Nanjue pulled Li Zijun tightly into her arms, her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps I would have scoffed at this phrase before, dismissing it as nonsense, Ji Nanjue thought. Two people merely exchanging a glance and then confirming their feelings? That could only mean they were coveting each other's beauty. But now, my heart has gradually begun to accept this phrase. My life trajectory with Su Bei always seemed to align inadvertently. That time we returned from the brink of death, the emotions we shared after experiencing such adversity together were naturally profound. Maybe even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on my heart, but I had never acknowledged it, having sealed my own heart for so long.

"That's true, I suppose." Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seems she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei weren't as simple as I made them sound. It took nearly a century of evolving understanding before I was sure of my heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a bit cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms lightly, her eyes fluttering up to meet Ji Nanjue's.

"Let's go back then," Ji Nanjue suggested.

"Mas... Sister, you can stay here by yourself for a little while," Li Zijun replied.

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her feelings somewhat mixed.

Ultimately, I am a woman, Ji Nanjue mused. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be public, I still feel a sense of rejection towards any woman who wants to take even a sliver of his tenderness from me. What's more, this woman is his disciple... Ethically and emotionally, it's all just too scandalous. A peculiar thought surfaced in my mind: his disciple, my Master... and me caught in between? What a complicated relationship... It's like three generations under one roof, isn't it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault," she muttered.

There's no right or wrong in love. But if someone has to be blamed, the root cause is that philandering Casanova. If he hadn't sowed his wild oats everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He's certainly enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Ji Nanjue came back to her senses and gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, laughing. "You've worn that gown for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

Her hand then pointed towards a white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With a faint rustle of fabric, she donned the dress and then walked towards the Daoist Temple.

As Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure, she sighed softly.