All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 691: , _1

Dim starlight illuminated Li Zijun's features. Strands of hair clung to her forehead, water droplets tracing paths down to her collarbones.

Her soaked garments clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure. Her jade-like arms bent softly, her graceful allure on full display.

Her slender hands gently gathered her water-soaked tresses behind her head. The water drenched her blouse, outlining her perfect figure as she shyly glanced at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her form, their semi-translucence faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting blouse concealed much, but now, her true form—the real Mount Lu—was visible.

Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she looked at her. Then, she quirked the corner of her mouth, speaking teasingly,

"As expected of master and Disciple. Even your lies are cast from the same mold..."

"Fine, call me sister if you wish."

"Calling me 'Madam Master' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Hidden beneath the water, her jade-like legs gently disturbed the surface, creating ripples and splashes.

Then, with a light press of her jade-like arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing a slender, flat waist with no trace of excess flesh.

"Take off the clothes. You can't very well bathe in them, can you?"

This dress had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long on her journey, although it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, a bit shyly, removed her dress, placing it on the shore, then immediately sank into the pool, hiding herself completely.

Ji Nanjue did not ridicule her, sitting down beside her instead.

The air was somewhat oppressive. The time before rain always felt especially restless.

Her small hands gently stirred the water, letting it sprinkle down as she suddenly said,

"You've only seen him a few times, yet you're so certain of your feelings?"

"It's normal to admire someone at this age, but your words and actions don't strike me as those of an impulsive person."

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

After a pause, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,

"Of course, it's fine if you'd rather not say..."

As she spoke, her gaze remained on Li Zijun. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, just murmuring softly.

Staring into the murky water, she pondered a moment before saying quietly,

"Does liking someone always need a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply resonates within, someone unknowingly fills your heart?"

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

Ji Nanjue paused, taken aback. Li Zijun's voice was tinged with sadness; though her tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue could somehow detect a deep sense of vexation within it.

Then she pulled Li Zijun tightly into her embrace, cheek against cheek, and asked,

"Love at first sight?"

Perhaps, in the past, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at such a phrase, dismissing it as baseless. If two people settled their hearts upon a single glance, she would have thought, it could only be out of desire for each other's looks. But now, her heart was starting to accept the term. Her own life's path with Su Bei kept inadvertently aligning. The emotions born from their shared trials and tribulations, especially after returning from the brink of death, were undeniably profound. Perhaps even before that night, she had already etched Su Bei's shadow into her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's true, I suppose."

Li Zijun gave a wry smile, realizing she had been misunderstood.

Her feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple and understated as she had just described? It had taken nearly a hundred years of mutual adjustment and shared experiences for her to be certain of her heart.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting cold..."

She hugged her arms tightly to herself, blinking at Ji Nanjue.

"We should go back."

"Sh... Sister will stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue gave Li Zijun a warm smile. But internally, she felt conflicted. Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew she and Su Bei could never make their relationship public, she still felt a sense of aversion towards any woman who might try to take even a fraction of his affection away from her. Moreover, this woman was his Disciple... By any measure of sentiment or reason, it felt utterly forbidden. A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his Disciple (Li Zijun), and that Disciple's Master (Su Bei)... with herself caught in between? What a complicated relationship... Three generations under one roof, was it? It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame had to be assigned, the root cause of it all was that philandering heartbreaker. If he hadn't been so promiscuous, sowing wild oats everywhere, how could all these emotional debts have arisen out of thin air? —He's certainly enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Snapping back to her senses, Ji Nanjue playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose and said with a smile,

"You've been wearing that dress of yours for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

"..."

She then pointed to the white gauze dress on the shore.

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

With a soft rustle of fabric, Li Zijun put on the dress and headed back toward the Daoist Temple.

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