All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 618 - 356_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face, while droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, sliding down to the hollow of her collarbones.

Her wet clothing clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem almost nude; her jade-like arms bent gracefully, her captivating form fully revealed.

Her slender hands gently gathered her soaked hair behind her head as the water drenched her robe, outlining her perfect figure. She gazed at Ji Nanjue, slightly embarrassed.

The clothes, not yet completely removed, clung to her body, slightly translucent against her skin. The usually loose robes concealed much, but now, they revealed the true beauty of Mount Lu.

Ji Nanjue watched her with apparent surprise, then curled her lips, teasingly saying, "No wonder teacher and disciple share traits; even your lies are carved from the same mold... Fine, call me sister if you like. 'Madam' indeed sounds a bit old-fashioned."

"..."

Li Zijun's jade legs, buried under the water, gently agitated the surface, causing ripples to bloom. Then, with a gentle push of her arms, she stood up, devoid of any clothing. The water barely covered the tops of her thighs, exposing her slender and flat waist, without an ounce of excess fat.

"Take off your clothes. You can't properly bathe while wearing them, right?"

Li Zijun had been wearing the same robe for quite some time, even though it showed no stains.

Feeling shy, Li Zijun stripped off her clothing and placed it on the bank, then quickly sat back down in the pool, covering herself up tightly.

Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air was a bit oppressive, unusually irritable before the rain.

Her small hands gently scooped up some water, letting it cascade down, before she suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times, yet you are so certain of your heart?

"It's normal for someone your age to have a crush, but you don't seem like someone who acts impulsively.

"I'm curious, could you share your thoughts with me?"

After a pause, feeling her question was somewhat tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."

As she spoke, her eyes focused on Li Zijun.

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

Gazing at the somewhat murky waters, she pondered for a moment and then said softly, "Does liking someone necessarily require a reason?

"Isn't it simply that at a certain moment, because of something that stirs the depths of your heart, you find them unwittingly occupying your thoughts?

"Perhaps it's just a glance, or a certain action."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback, listening to Li Zijun's somber tone. Although her voice was gentle, for some reason, it seemed laden with unease.

Then, Ji Nanjue embraced her tightly, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's. "Love at first sight?"

Ji Nanjue might have scoffed at the notion before, deeming it nothing more than absurdity. Falling for someone after just one glance could only mean one was lusting after their beauty. But now, her heart had slowly come to accept the term. Her life's path with Su Bei had inadvertently intertwined time and again. The bond they had formed after returning from death's door was naturally profound. Perhaps even before that night, her heart had already been imprinted with his silhouette, only she had never acknowledged it in her long-sealed heart.

"That does make sense," Li Zijun forced a wry smile. It seemed she had been misunderstood. Her own feelings for Su Bei, how could they be so lightly touched upon as she described? It was through nearly a century of refinement that she had confirmed her feelings.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling quite cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms around herself and blinked up at Ji Nanjue. "Let's go back."

"Go back then," Ji Nanjue said, then added, "Disciple... no, Sister will stay alone for a while." Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her own heart tangled with complexity.

In the end, she was a woman. As much as she knew there would never be a day when she and Su Bei would be together openly, she still felt averse to another woman who wanted to snatch a share of her tenderness. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... both morally and emotionally, it felt somewhat blasphemous.

A bizarre thought popped into Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple, her master... and herself in between? What a complicated relationship... a generational overlap, indeed. It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If there was to be blame, it all stemmed from that flirtatious scoundrel who spread his affections widely. That's why so many emotional debts had accrued. —He was the one at ease...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Coming back to her senses, Ji Nanjue playfully flicked Li Zijun's delicate nose, smiling. "You've worn that dress for quite a while. If you don't mind, wear my dress for now."

"..."

She pointed toward the white gauze dress on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked and then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

Rustling softly, she put on the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure, sighing softly.