"Qing, go to the third drawer of my medicine cabinet."
Ning Huyu was suddenly racked by a violent coughing fit, black blood seeping through his fingers. "The old priest’s manuscript... *cough*... it’s in the false bottom..."
Shen Qing sprinted into the medicine hut. Morning light slanted through the bamboo windows, illuminating the dust-covered cabinet. In the third drawer lay a yellowed parchment volume, its spine showing a subtle bulge.
Chapter 91