Chapter 351: Killing Intent Before the Dawn

In the quiet study of Li Sihua's villa, the air was thick with the scent of ancient paper and dried herbs. Mountains of classical medical texts, some bound in silk, others in worn leather, were piled high on every available surface. Emory Williams sat in the center of it all, a lone island in a sea of forgotten wisdom. For days and nights, he had been immersed, not just reading, but devouring the knowledge within. His fingers traced the final character on the last page of a fragile bamboo scroll...