Faint starlight caressed Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
The wet fabric clung to her body, rendering her exquisitely curvaceous figure as if half-exposed, her jade arms softly bending in a display of enticing grace.
Her bare hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched robe clung to her, sketching the perfect contours of her body. She watched Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothing that had not been fully removed stuck to her delicate body, semi-transparent against her skin tone. Her usually loose robe had concealed much, but now it revealed Mount Lu's true face.
Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Worthy of being mentor and disciple," she said, her tone teasing. "Even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."
