All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 675: .1

Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to the space between her collarbones.

Wet from the water, her clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure appear like a half-ripe fruit, her jade arms gently curved, revealing her enchanting posture.

With her delicate hands, she gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked somewhat embarrassed at Ji Nanjue.

The clothes she hadn't completely taken off now fully adhered to her delicate body, faintly revealing her skin tone. The usually loose dress had concealed much, but now, one could finally glimpse Mount Lu's true face.

Ji Nanjue looked at her with a hint of surprise and then, with a playful smirk, said, "It's no wonder you're master and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold... Never mind, if you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Mistress' does sound oddly old-fashioned."

Li Zijun remained silent, her submerged jade legs gently stirring the water's surface and sending up a few splashes.

Then, with a gentle push from her jade arms, she stood up nude. The water barely covered her thighs, revealing half of her slender waist, which was thin and flat, without a hint of excess fat.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe dressed, can you?"

This dress had accompanied Li Zijun for who knows how long on this journey, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, a bit shy, took off her dress, placed it on the shore, and then immediately sat down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.

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

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

She gently splashed the water with her small hands, letting the pool water spray, and suddenly said, "You've only seen him a few times. Are you 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 very curious. Could you tell me what's on your mind?"

Pausing for a moment, feeling her question was indeed a bit probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on her.

"My thoughts?" Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips. Without looking at Ji Nanjue, she murmured softly.

Gazing at the somewhat murky pool water, she pondered for a moment and then said softly, "Does liking someone always need a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply touches the heart, someone unknowingly finds a place in one's heart?"

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

Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Listening to her voice, which sounded somewhat sorrowful—though the tone was gentle, for some reason, it carried much vexation.

Then she hugged her tightly, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps before, Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this phrase, dismissing it as absurd. Two people determining their feelings for each other after just one look? There was only one possibility: they were coveting each other's beauty.

But now, her heart was gradually coming to accept this phrase. Her life trajectory with Su Bei always seemed to align unintentionally. That time they returned from death's door, the emotions they shared after surviving adversity together were naturally profound.

Perhaps even before that night, the shadow of that person had been imprinted in my heart; it was just that my long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's true."

Li Zijun gave a bitter smile. It seemed she had been misunderstood.

Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the casual way she had described them; they were confirmed only after nearly a century of adjustment.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is a little cold..." Li Zijun trailed off, gently hugging her arms and blinking at Ji Nanjue.

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her. "You should go back then," she said. "As for me... your Mistress... no, your Sister, I'll stay here alone for a little while."

Ji Nanjue's heart was somewhat conflicted.

In the end, I am a woman. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never make our relationship public, I still feel a sense of rejection towards any woman who wants to take a share of his tenderness from me. Moreover, this woman is his disciple... It's somewhat outrageous by any measure of emotion or reason. His disciple, *my* master... and me stuck in between? What a complex relationship... spanning three generations, it seems.

It's all Su Dudu's fault.

There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If one had to assign blame, the root cause of it all was that heartbreaker. If he hadn't been so affectionate and flirtatious everywhere, how could he have racked up so many emotional debts out of thin air?

He's the one enjoying himself...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, lightly pinched Li Zijun's tender nose, and said with a smile, "You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, wear this one of mine for now."

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

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

With a soft RUSTLE, she put on the dress and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

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