Faint starlight cast upon Li Zijun's visage, strands of hair on her forehead damp with droplets that slid down to her collarbones. The wet fabric clung to her body, outlining her exquisite, well-defined figure. Her delicate arms were lightly bent, fully revealing her graceful posture. Her bare hands gently gathered her soaked hair to the back of her head. The water drenched her sheer garment, sketching the perfect contours of her body, making her somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
The garments she had not fully removed clung snugly to her body, slightly translucent, revealing the color of her skin beneath; her usually loose-fitting robes had concealed much, showing Mount Lu's true nature only now.
Ji Nanjue clearly looked at her with a hint of surprise, then curled the corners of her mouth, speaking teasingly,
"It seems the teacher and student are cut from the same cloth... even their lies are identical..."
