Faint starlight dimly lit Li Zijun's face, beads of water clinging to the strands of hair at her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.
Her wet clothing clung to her body, outlining her exquisite curves as if she were half-bare. Her jade-like arms were gently curved, her graceful beauty fully revealed.
Her fair hand lightly gathered her long, drenched hair behind her head. The water soaking her robes outlined her perfect figure, and she looked somewhat shyly at Ji Nanjue.
Her clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body, becoming somewhat translucent and revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her usually loose-fitting robes concealed much, but now her true figure—the real Mount Lu—was visible.
Ji Nanjue appeared quite surprised as she looked at her, then curled her lips into a playful smile and said,
"No wonder you're mentor and disciple; even your lies are carved from the same mold..."
