All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 722 - 396_1

Faint starlight cascaded onto Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead were wet with droplets, which slid down to the hollow of her collarbone. Her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure as if she were half-naked. Her delicate arm bent gently, her graceful form fully revealed. Her bare hands gathered her soaked hair behind her head, the water drenching her gown and sculpting her perfect curves as she looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, faintly revealing her flesh tone. The usually loose-fitting gown concealed much, but now her true contours of Mount Lu were finally revealed.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Indeed, as master and disciple, you're cut from the same cloth when it comes to lying..." she teased. "Forget it. If you wish to call me Sister, then do so. The title 'Shiniang' sounds rather old-fashioned anyway."

Beneath the water, Li Zijun's jade legs gently disturbed the surface, creating a few splashes. Then, with a soft push of her arms, she stood up, naked. The water barely covered her thighs, exposing the top half of her waist—slender and flat, without an ounce of extra flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe properly dressed, can you?" Ji Nanjue prompted gently.

Throughout the journey, Li Zijun had worn this single gown for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.

Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed the gown and placed it on the shore, then immediately sat down in the pool, carefully hiding herself. Ji Nanjue did not tease her but sat down beside her.

The air was stifling; the pre-storm unease made the atmosphere particularly restless.

Ji Nanjue's small hands gently stirred the water, letting it sprinkle down. Suddenly, she asked, "You've only seen him a handful of times, yet you're so sure of your heart? It's normal for someone your age to have a crush, but judging by your behavior, you don't seem like someone who acts impulsively. I'm very curious, can you share what's on your mind?"

She paused, feeling that her question was quite tricky, then Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.

"Thoughts, you ask?" Li Zijun gently pursed her lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, but murmured softly. Staring into the murky water, she pondered before saying in a low voice, "Does liking someone necessarily require reasons? Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that deeply stirs the heart, unknowingly, someone takes hold inside? Perhaps it's just a glance or a gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. Listening to Li Zijun's voice, which sounded somewhat sorrowful—although her tone was gentle—Ji Nanjue inexplicably sensed a deep melancholy emanating from it. Then she pulled Li Zijun close, her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Ji Nanjue might have previously scoffed at the notion, writing it off as utter nonsense—two people developing feelings for each other from a single glance could only be due to lust for physical beauty. But now, her heart gradually acknowledged the phrase. Her own life had inexorably intertwined with Su Bei's in unexpected ways. After they had returned from death's doorstep together, the emotional bond that had formed was undoubtedly profound. Perhaps before that night, his image had already been etched in her heart, only she had never admitted it in her long-sealed heart.

"That's one way to see it." Li Zijun managed a wry smile. It seemed she had been misunderstood. Her feelings for Su Bei could hardly be described as flippantly as she portrayed them; it had taken nearly a century of companionship for her to confirm her feelings.

Shivering slightly, she hugged her arms and gazed at Ji Nanjue, blinking. "Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is feeling a little cold..."

"Go back now," Ji Nanjue urged gently. "Shī... Sister will stay here alone for a little while."

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, though her heart was somewhat conflicted. Ultimately, she was a woman. Even though she knew her relationship with Su Bei could never be public, she still felt a sense of rejection towards any woman who wanted to take a share of his tenderness. What's more, this woman was his disciple... Morally and emotionally, it felt utterly perverse.

An odd thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own master... and herself caught in the middle? What a complicated relationship... A regular three-generation household, was that it?

It's all Su Dudu's fault. There's no right or wrong in love, but if blame must be assigned, the root cause was that philandering rogue. If he hadn't flirted around everywhere, how could he have incurred so many emotional debts? He certainly got to enjoy himself...

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

She pointed towards the white gauze gown on the shore.

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

With a soft RUSTLE, she donned the gown and walked toward the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing back and softly sighed.