Faint starlight fell upon Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair across her forehead were dotted with droplets of water, trickling down to the hollow of her collarbones.
The wet fabric clung to her body, making her exquisite figure seem as if half-exposed. Her jade-like arms were gently bent, her charming posture fully revealed.
Her fair hands lightly gathered her water-soaked long hair behind her head. The flowing water drenched her clothes, sketching the contours of her perfect figure. She looked at Ji Nanjue with some embarrassment.
The clothes that hadn't been fully removed now clung entirely to her lithe body, faintly revealing the color of her skin beneath. Her normally loose-fitting clothes had concealed much; only now was Mount Lu's true appearance revealed.
Ji Nanjue looked at her with clear surprise. Then, the corners of her mouth curled playfully as she said, "Worthy of master and disciple; even the way you lie is cast from the same mold..."
