All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 622 - 358_1

Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's face, her bangs damp with droplets of water, trickling down to her collarbone.

The wet cloth clung to her body, showcasing her delicate and exquisite figure as if she were half-bare—her jade-like arms lightly bent, revealing her graceful allure.

With her fair hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robe, contouring her perfect figure, as she glanced shyly at Ji Nanjue.

Her robe, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body, faintly hinting at the flesh beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now her true form was faintly discernible, as if unveiling Mount Lu's true face.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched the corner of her lips. "As expected of master and disciple," she said teasingly, "even your lies are cut from the same cloth."

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

"..." Li Zijun remained silent.

Underwater, her jade-like legs gently stirred the surface, sending up a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push of her arms, Li Zijun rose, completely unclothed. The water reached just past the tops of her thighs, revealing the lower half of her slender waist—slim and smooth, without a hint of excess flesh.

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

This robe had been with Li Zijun for who knew how long on their journey, though it bore no stains.

Shyly, Li Zijun slipped off her robe and placed it on the bank before quickly sinking back into the pool, concealing herself thoroughly.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh, simply sitting down beside her.

The air was somewhat oppressive; the period before rain always felt particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hands softly played with the water, letting droplets from the pool sprinkle down. She suddenly spoke, "You've only met him a few times. How can you be so sure of your feelings?"

"It's normal for someone your age to admire someone, but your words and actions don't suggest you're an impulsive person."

"I'm curious. Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

She paused, perhaps feeling her question was a bit intrusive. Then, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to..."

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. She didn't look at Ji Nanjue, merely murmuring softly.

Gazing into the somewhat gloomy pool water, she pondered for a moment before saying quietly, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons?"

"Isn't it often that at a particular moment, because of something that stirs a deep emotional chord, a person unconsciously finds a place in your heart?"

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

Ji Nanjue was startled for a moment. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which was tinged with sadness despite its gentle tone, she somehow perceived a great deal of vexation in her inflection.

Then, she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps previously, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a term—a mere flight of fancy. The idea that two people could confirm their feelings after a single exchange of glances? There could only be one explanation: lusting after the other's beauty.

But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the notion.

Her life's trajectory with Su Bei always seemed to intertwine unexpectedly. That time they returned from the brink of death, the bond forged between them after enduring such hardship was naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, his image had already been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's true, I suppose," Ji Nanjue murmured.

Li Zijun gave a wry smile. It seems she misunderstood me. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as casual as what I just described? It took nearly a century of mutual understanding and growth before I finally confirmed my heart's desire.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a little cold..." Li Zijun said, hugging her arms and blinking earnestly at Ji Nanjue.

"Go back then," Ji Nanjue replied, then added, "Mistress—... Sister will stay here alone for a little while."

Ji Nanjue gave her a warm smile, though her heart felt complicated.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew that her relationship with Su Bei could never be openly acknowledged, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who might try to take even a sliver of his tenderness away from her.

Moreover, this woman was his disciple... From any perspective, emotional or rational, it felt like a major transgression.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: Su Bei's disciple (Li Zijun), and Su Bei, who is my own master... with me caught in the middle? What a complicated web of relationships... like three generations living under one roof, isn't it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault!

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if one had to assign blame, the root cause of it all was that philanderer, Su Bei! If he hadn't sown seeds of affection everywhere he went, how could so many emotional debts have arisen out of thin air? He certainly enjoyed himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand a few times in front of Ji Nanjue's face. Snapping back to her senses, Ji Nanjue gently tweaked Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a smile, "You've worn that robe of yours for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this one of mine for now."

"..." Ji Nanjue paused, then pointed to the white muslin robe on the bank.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, she slipped on the robe and began walking towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's retreating figure and let out a gentle sigh.