Faint starlight played on Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, dripping down to her collarbones. Her soaked clothes clung to her body, outlining her delicately curvaceous figure, making her appear partially revealed. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her graceful charm on full display.
With soft hands, she gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water made her thin garment cling to her, tracing her perfect contours as she looked somewhat embarrassedly at Ji Nanjue. The clothes she hadn't fully removed adhered completely to her body, faintly revealing the color of her skin. Her normally loose-fitting garments had concealed much, but now, her true form was finally unveiled, like revealing the true face of Mount Lu.
Ji Nanjue was clearly surprised as she looked at her. Then, with a playful curl of her lips, she spoke, "As expected of master and disciple. Even your lies are cut from the same mold."
