In the rear courtyard of the Yang Family Pharmacy, Su Dian, whose childhood name was Rouge, this female Martial Cultivator stood alone, keeping watch over the empty pharmacy courtyard.
Her junior brother Shi Lingshan had returned to his home in Taoye Lane.
Su Dian did not find it lonely or dreary. She had been used to it since childhood; too many people instead made her feel uncomfortable.
The pharmacy had a storefront in front and a workshop behind. Medicine was decocted and herbs dried in the rear courtyard, while the main house was Old Man Yang's residence.
The east wing was shut. Usually, only when Li Huai returned home and came wandering around here would Old Man Yang open its door. Only the west wing had long since been cleared out for Su Dian.
There was also a storage room in one corner of the courtyard, piled with all kinds of old objects—jars, bottles, and the like. The room key had been left with Su Dian. Her master had once instructed her that when Li Huai returned home next time, she should tell him that all the things inside, that great heap of old objects, were being left to him. He could sell them or give them away as he pleased.
Beneath the southern eaves, opposite the northern main house, stood a long bench. Su Dian never sat on it, and she normally did not allow her junior brother to sit there casually either.
It was as if she were guarding an old shop, while also helping her master preserve certain old rules.
Su Dian was a Martial Maniac, yet tonight, for once, she did not practice. She merely sat blankly in a chair, her feet resting on the rim of a brazier as she recalled old memories.
Finally coming