It was almost midnight, Li Huai returned to his hotel room, casually tossing a bundle onto the bed before heading off to take a shower.
The bundle naturally contained the secret martial arts scriptures 'borrowed' from the Shaolin Temple. It was quite a pile, about ten to twenty books or so.
Ten to twenty books?
If the monk in charge of the Shaolin Temple knew of this, he would surely faint in agitation.
Actually, Li Huai didn't want to take this many but didn't ask his brothers what aspect of martial arts they wanted to learn when coming here. Anyway, it was a loan and he thought it would be fine to return them after his brothers finished studying.
During his shower, Li Huai's brow was furrowed, not because of any worries about his development, but because when he entered the Scripture House, he clearly sensed someone's presence, and it was a very powerful person. He fully prepared to engage in a fight, but they never showed up.
