Dim starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the hair at her forehead, trickling down towards her collarbones.
Her wet clothes clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem almost unclothed. Her jade-like arms bent gently, her graceful form fully revealed.
Her fair hand lightly gathered her drenched hair behind her head. The water soaked her robe, outlining her perfect silhouette. She felt somewhat embarrassed as she looked at Ji Nanjue.
Her partially removed clothes adhered tightly to her soft body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Normally, her loose-fitting robe concealed much, but now it unveiled the true contours of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue watched her with obvious surprise. A playful smile touched her lips as she said teasingly, "Like master, like disciple... even your lies are cut from the same cloth.
"Forget it. If you want to call me sister, then do so. 'Madam' sounds rather old-fashioned anyway."
Li Zijun remained silent.
