All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 724: , _1

Dim starlight touched Li Zijun's visage. Strands of hair on her forehead were dotted with water droplets, each trickling down to her collarbones.

Her wet robe clung to her body, outlining her exquisite, well-proportioned curves as if she were semi-nude. Her slender arms were bent gracefully, her captivating beauty fully revealed.

With a delicate hand, she gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water-soaked fabric of her robe sketched out her perfect figure, and she looked at Ji Nanjue with some shyness.

Her clothing, not yet fully removed, clung to her delicate body, the wet fabric slightly translucent, revealing her skin. Usually, her loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now the true contours of her form were visible.

Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips as she said with amusement, "No wonder you're teacher and student; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."

"Never mind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' then do so. 'Mistress' does sound rather old-fashioned."

"..."

Her jade-like legs, submerged in the water, gently stirred the surface, creating ripples.

Then, supporting herself with her arms, she stood up, completely bare. The water barely reached the tops of her thighs, revealing her slim, flat waist, devoid of any superfluous flesh.

"Take off your clothes. You can't bathe with them on, can you?"

This robe had been with Li Zijun for who knows how long, though it showed no stains.

Blushing, Li Zijun removed her robe, placed it on the bank, and quickly sat down in the pool, submerging herself completely.

Ji Nanjue did not laugh at her and sat down beside her.

The air felt heavy; the period before rain always brought a particular sense of unease. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Her small hand gently scooped up some water, letting it trickle down. Then, she suddenly asked, "You've only met him a few times. Are you so certain of your feelings?"

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

"I'm very curious. Can you share your thoughts with me?"

After a pause, feeling her question might have been a bit too probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Li Zijun.

"Thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently bit her lip, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured to herself.

Gazing into the dark water of the pool, she pondered for a moment before saying softly, "Does liking someone really need a reason?"

"Isn't it that at a certain moment, something touches the depths of your heart, and you find yourself unknowingly carrying that person within you?"

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

Ji Nanjue was stunned for a moment. Li Zijun's voice sounded a bit sad; despite its gentleness, there was an undeniable hint of melancholy.

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

Perhaps in the past, I would have scoffed at such a notion, Ji Nanjue mused, dismissing it as mere folly—to think one could fix their affections on another after just a glance, driven only by superficial attraction. But now, my heart has gradually come to accept it. My own life's path and Su Bei's have always intertwined so unexpectedly. That time we returned from the brink of death, the bond forged through shared adversity naturally grew profound. Perhaps even before that night, his shadow was already imprinted on my heart, though my long-sealed emotions had never acknowledged it.

"There is some truth in that."

Li Zijun smiled wryly. It seems I've been misunderstood. My feelings for Su Bei... how could they be as simple as I just made them sound? It took nearly a century of our lives being intertwined for me to finally confirm my heart.

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

She hugged her arms lightly, blinking as she looked up at Ji Nanjue.

"Let's go back."

"'M... Sister, you stay here alone for a while."

Ji Nanjue gave her a warm smile, though her own heart was a tangle of emotions.

After all, I am a woman, Ji Nanjue thought. Even knowing Su Bei and I can never be together openly, I still feel a visceral aversion to another woman claiming a share of his tenderness. What's more, this woman is his disciple... It feels wrong, both emotionally and rationally.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: His disciple, my own master... and me caught in between? What a tangled web... like three generations all jumbled together, isn't it? It's all Su Dudu's fault! There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if blame must be assigned, the root of all these troubles lies with that philanderer! If he hadn't gone around sowing seeds of affection everywhere, how could so many emotional debts have arisen? He's the one enjoying himself, of course...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face. As Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses, she playfully pinched Li Zijun's delicate nose and smiled. "You've worn that robe for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now."

Her hand gestured towards the white gauze robe on the bank.

Li Zijun blinked, then smiled sweetly at Ji Nanjue.

With a soft rustle of fabric, she donned the robe and walked towards the Daoist Temple.

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