Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face, where water droplets clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbones. The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her delicate and exquisite figure; her jade-like arms were slightly curved, her graceful charms fully revealed. Her fair hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water clinging to her robes further accentuated her perfect figure as she glanced at Ji Nanjue, looking somewhat embarrassed. Her garments, not yet entirely removed, clung fast, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. While her usually loose robes concealed her form, now its true beauty—the 'true face of Mount Lu'—was revealed.
Ji Nanjue watched her with a hint of surprise, then a playful smile touched the corners of her lips as she said, "It's no wonder you're master and disciple—you even lie the same way, as if cast from the same mold..."
