All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 550 550: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Two_1

Faint starlight touched Li Zijun's face. Strands of hair, wet with droplets, clung to her forehead, the water trickling down to her collarbones.
Her wet dress clung to her body, outlining her exquisite figure. Her jade-like arms were gently curved, her graceful posture fully revealed.
Her delicate hands gently gathered her wet hair behind her head. The water soaked through her dress, outlining her perfect figure. She looked somewhat bashfully at Ji Nanjue.
Her dress, not yet fully removed, clung tightly to her lithe form, slightly revealing the flesh beneath. The usually loose dress concealed much, but now, the veil was lifted, revealing Mount Lu's true face.
Ji Nanjue appeared quite surprised as she regarded Li Zijun. Then, she curled her lips into a playful smile and spoke,
"True to the teacher-disciple bond, even your lies are cast from the same mold..."
"Forget it, if you want to call me sister, go ahead. 'Mistress' does sound strangely old-fashioned."
"..."
Li Zijun's legs, hidden beneath the water's surface, stirred gently, casting ripples and droplets.
Then, with a subtle push of her arms, she stood up, bare as the day she was born. The water barely covered the tops of her thighs, revealing her slender waist, devoid of any excess flesh.
"Take off your clothes," Ji Nanjue said. "You can't possibly bathe with them on, can you?"
The dress Li Zijun wore had been with her on this journey for who knows how long, though it bore no stains.
Li Zijun, somewhat shyly, removed her dress and placed it on the shore before promptly sitting down in the pool, hiding herself thoroughly.
Ji Nanjue didn't laugh at her and instead sat down beside her.
The air was heavy; the time before rain always felt especially agitating.
Ji Nanjue's small hands softly played with the water, letting it scatter down, before she suddenly said,
"You've barely met him a few times; how can you be so certain of your feelings?"
"It's normal for someone your age to have someone they admire. However, 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?"
Pausing, feeling her question was rather tricky, Ji Nanjue added with a smile,
"Of course, it's fine if you don't want to say..."
As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Li Zijun.
"Thoughts?" Li Zijun lightly pursed her thin lips, not looking at Ji Nanjue, merely murmuring softly.
Gazing at the somewhat murky pool, she reflected for a moment, then said softly,
"Does loving someone really require a reason?"
"Isn't it that at a certain moment, because of something that genuinely stirs your soul, your heart, unwittingly, comes to hold someone's image?"
"Perhaps just a glance, or a certain gesture."
Ji Nanjue paused, listening to Li Zijun's somber voice. Despite its gentleness, Ji Nanjue could somehow sense a great deal of vexation in her tone.
Then, Ji Nanjue embraced her tightly, pressing her cheek against Li Zijun's.
"Love at first sight?"
Perhaps Ji Nanjue would have scoffed at this notion before, dismissing it as nonsense—the idea that one look could solidify one's affections, merely indicative of lust for beauty.
But now, her heart had gradually come to accept the phrase.
Her life path and Su Bei's had inadvertently aligned. That time they returned from the brink of death, the bond formed through shared adversity was naturally profound.
Perhaps, even before that fateful night, her heart had already captured his image, only she had never admitted it, having sealed away her emotions for so long.
"That's one way to see it," Li Zijun said with a wry smile; it seemed Ji Nanjue had misunderstood her.
Her feelings for Su Bei were far more profound than her simple description implied; they were the culmination of nearly a century of gradual understanding and connection, only then had her heart become certain.
"Sister Nan Ji, Zi Jun is getting a little cold..." Li Zijun hugged her arms and blinked up at Ji Nanjue.
Ji Nanjue smiled gently at her. "Go on back then," she said. "Sh-... Sister will stay here alone for a while." Her heart was a tangle of complex emotions.
In the end, I am a woman, Ji Nanjue thought. Even though I know Su Bei and I can never be public, I still feel repelled by another woman trying to take a share of his warmth from me.
Moreover, this woman is his disciple... By any principle, this is utterly taboo.
A bizarre thought surfaced in Ji Nanjue's mind. His disciple... *my* master (Su Bei)... and me, stuck in the middle? What a complicated relationship... Three generations living together, are we?
It's all Su Dudu's fault.
There's no right or wrong in matters of the heart. But if one were to assign blame, the root cause of all these emotional debts was that fickle lothario. If he hadn't spread his affections so freely, how could so many emotional entanglements have arisen?
He certainly had his fun...
Li Zijun waved her hand in front of Ji Nanjue, snapping her back to reality. Ji Nanjue playfully tapped Li Zijun's delicate nose, chuckling.
"You've worn that dress for too long. If you don't mind, you can wear this dress of mine for the time being."
"..."
Her hand pointed towards the white silk dress on the shore.
Li Zijun blinked and then gave Ji Nanjue a sweet smile.
With a quiet rustle, she donned the dress and headed towards the Daoist Temple.
Watching Li Zijun's retreating figure, Ji Nanjue sighed softly.