Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. The strands of hair on her forehead were adorned with droplets of water, which slid, dripping, down to the hollow of her collarbone.
The wet clothes clung to her, making her exquisite, well-proportioned body seem almost bare. Her jade-like arms were lightly curved, her charming grace fully revealed.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her water-soaked hair behind her head. The water drenched her robes, outlining her perfect figure, as she looked at Ji Nanjue with a hint of embarrassment.
The clothes, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her body, faintly revealing her skin underneath. Her usually loose robes concealed much, but only now was her true beauty—her Mount Lu's true face—revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with obvious surprise, then a corner of her lips curled into a playful smile as she said, "As expected of a master and disciple. Even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
