Unlike the black, sooty walls of the kitchen, the infirmary had greenish moss-covered walls. It was located near the garden, furthest from the hubbub of the research quarters. It was a peaceful place, even if it remained far from socialisation. However, this was the vibe Anji thought would encompass the Mystical Qilin Sect. It was rather ironic, but only the Yan Ping exuded the aura of a sage from a mysterious mountain. Everyone else resembled some mad inventor more than a cultivator.
The large garden surrounding the infirmary was full of herbs, and Pearl explained how herbalists living in the quarters nearby cared for it. Unlike the rest of the sect, these retired librarians enjoyed nature more than the four walls and sea of books they spent most of their lives with, something Anji could understand. Spending more than half of her life confined to her room because of her poor health, Anji preferred spending time outdoors rather than indoors whenever possible.
