Fan Ni had been back at the Alchemy Sect for nearly half a year, yet Fan Guangchuan had never once stepped foot into her courtyard to visit her, even exempting her from the daily morning and evening greetings.
Looking out through the window, she saw a tiny patch of azure sky, painfully bright. A few curled, tender green shoots of barnacles hung from the eaves, adding a touch of vitality to the gloomy little courtyard.
Fan Ni sat by the window, copying dry alchemy scriptures in neat, tiny regular script.
Chapter 173