Dim starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair at her forehead, wet with droplets, trickled down to her collarbones. Her wet clothes clung to her, making her delicate figure seem almost half-naked. Her jade-like arms were slightly bent, a picture of grace. Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water saturated her ruqun, outlining her perfect figure. She glanced shyly at Ji Nanjue. Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung closely to her tender body, faintly translucent and showing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting ruqun concealed much, but now it finally revealed the true sight of Mount Lu. The gentle curves of her body rose and fell, outlining an exquisite shape.
Ji Nanjue was visibly surprised looking at her. A playful smile touched the corner of her lips as she said, "It's no wonder you're master and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
