All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 765: ."1

Faint starlight caressed Li Zijun's face. Droplets of water clung to the strands of hair on her forehead, trickling down to her collarbone.

The wet fabric clung to her body, rendering her exquisitely curvaceous figure as if half-exposed, her jade arms softly bending in a display of enticing grace.

Her bare hands gently gathered her long, water-soaked hair behind her head. The drenched robe clung to her, sketching the perfect contours of her body. She watched Ji Nanjue, somewhat embarrassed.

The clothing that had not been fully removed stuck to her delicate body, semi-transparent against her skin tone. Her usually loose robe had concealed much, but now it revealed Mount Lu's true face.

Ji Nanjue watched her with evident surprise, then a playful smile touched her lips. "Worthy of being mentor and disciple," she said, her tone teasing. "Even your lies are cut from the same cloth..."

She tilted her head. "Oh, never mind. If you want to call me 'Sister,' go ahead. Calling me 'Madame' sounds so old-fashioned anyway."

Underwater, Li Zijun's jade legs lightly stirred the surface, casting ripples.

Then, with a gentle push of her jade arms, she stood up, completely unclothed. The water barely rose above her thighs, exposing her slender and flat waist without a trace of excess flesh.

"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't bathe dressed, can you?"

All along the way, Li Zijun had worn that same robe for who knew how long; though it bore no stains, it was time to remove it.

Li Zijun shyly slipped off her robe and placed it on the shore before immediately sinking back into the pool, hiding herself completely.

Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and took a seat beside her.

The air felt heavy, and the atmosphere before rain always carried a particular restlessness.

She played with the water delicately with her small hand, letting it cascade back into the pool, when suddenly she asked, "You've only met him a few times, so how can you be so certain of your feelings?"

"At your age, it's normal to have someone you admire, but from your words and actions, you don't seem like an impulsive person."

"I'm very curious. Can you share what's on your mind?"

After a pause, realizing her question was somewhat probing, Ji Nanjue added with a smile, "Of course, it's also okay if you don't want to say..."

As she spoke, her eyes remained on Li Zijun.

"My thoughts?"

Li Zijun gently pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, and murmured softly to herself.

Gazing into the somewhat dark waters of the pool, she pondered for a moment before speaking quietly, "Does liking someone necessarily require thoughts?"

"Isn't it that at a specific moment, because of something that deeply touches your heart, you unknowingly begin to carry someone within it?"

"Perhaps it's just a glance, just a certain gesture."

Ji Nanjue was taken aback. She heard a hint of sorrow in Li Zijun's voice; though the tone was gentle, Ji Nanjue somehow sensed a great deal of suppressed emotion in her words.

Then she pulled Li Zijun into her arms, pressing her cheek against hers. "Love at first sight?"

Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have previously scoffed at this phrase, considering it pure nonsense. How could a single glance confirm one's feelings? That could only be lust for the other's beauty. But now, her heart was gradually accepting the notion. Her own life's path had unwittingly aligned with Su Bei's. That time they had returned from the brink of death, the bond forged through shared hardship was naturally profound. Perhaps, even before that night, his image had been imprinted on her heart; it was just that her long-sealed heart had never acknowledged it.

"That's also possible," Li Zijun said with a wry smile, realizing Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.

Her feelings for Su Bei were far from the light description she had given; they had been solidified over nearly a century of mutual understanding before she truly confirmed her heart's desire.

"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun feels a little cold..." Li Zijun murmured, hugging her arms and blinking as she gazed at Ji Nanjue.

"Then head back," Ji Nanjue said gently.

Li Zijun hesitated. "Shifu... Sister, will you stay here alone for a while then?"

Ji Nanjue smiled warmly at her, her feelings complex.

Ultimately, she was a woman. Despite knowing she and Su Bei could never make their relationship public, she still felt a natural aversion to any woman who wanted to take a share of his affection from her. Moreover, this woman was his disciple... Morally and emotionally, it felt like a profound transgression.

A peculiar thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind: his disciple, her own mentor... and herself caught in between? What a complicated relationship... a three-generation entanglement, wasn't it?

"It's all Su Dudu's fault."

There was no right or wrong in matters of the heart. If blame was to be assigned, the root cause was that philandering scoundrel. If he hadn't been sowing his wild oats and leaving a trail of romantic entanglements, how could so many emotional debts have arisen? He, on the other hand, was probably enjoying himself immensely...

Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue's face a few times. Ji Nanjue snapped back to her senses and gently tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, smiling. "You've been wearing that robe for too long. If you don't mind, wear mine for now."

She then pointed toward the white gauze robe on the shore.

Li Zijun blinked, then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.

With a soft rustle, she put on the robe and headed towards the Daoist Temple.

Ji Nanjue watched Li Zijun's departing figure and sighed softly.