Faint starlight landed upon Li Zijun's face, her forehead beaded with droplets of water that slid down to rest between her collarbones.
The wetness made her clothes cling to her body, sculpting her delicate and curvaceous figure like that of a partially revealed fruit. Her fair arms bent gently, exuding gracefulness.
Her bare hands softly gathered her long, water-soaked hair at the back of her head. The flowing water drenched her light robe, outlining her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.
The clothes that had not been fully removed now clung to her body, translucent enough to hint at her flesh beneath. The normally loose-fitting robe hid much, but now it revealed Mount Lu's true essence.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with evident surprise, then a corner of her mouth quirked with amusement as she began, "It's no wonder you're mentor and disciple; even in lying, you're carved from the same mold..."
