At this moment, Doctor Mo recalled the very beginning when Han Li had firmly refused to close the door upon entering the room—clearly, the latter had already laid the groundwork for utilizing sunlight reflection. How remarkable it was that such a young person could think so thoroughly and devise such a well-structured, sharp, multi-layered strategy that had completely caught even this seasoned practitioner off guard, leaving him nearly unable to recover. How deeply strategic this man truly was—this level of insight and foresight was far beyond what one would expect given his age and experience. Could it be that he was indeed a natural prodigy, a reincarnated genius? As Mo pondered, his growing unease deepened with each reflection, his body drenched in cold sweat. After this setback, his sense of caution and apprehension toward Han Li grew even stronger. He now approached Han Li with great care, hesitating to take any decisive action. As for Han Li himself, he remained utterly still, merely staring at Doctor Mo with his eyes, showing no signs of attack. For a while, both parties stood motionless, silently facing each other, as if holding their breath. After a moment, amid the awkward atmosphere, Han Li suddenly spoke a sentence that left Mo Doctor stunned, standing motionless in surprise. "Mo Elder, let's make peace. Otherwise, I'll surrender—what do you think?" Upon saying this, Han Li simply waved his hand, decisively setting down his weapon at his feet, revealing a bright smile and a set of洁白 teeth, looking at Mo Doctor with the genuine, unpretentious demeanor of a country boy. "Surrender?" Mo Doctor initially thought his ears had failed him, that he had misunderstood Han Li's words. But soon realizing what had happened, he glanced at the iron spike abandoned by Han Li, and was utterly unconvinced. With a fierce tone, he countered, "What on earth are you up to? Don't think I'll believe this far-fetched tale of yours. You could have surrendered from the very beginning—why wait until we were both exhausted, until it came down to a final stand?" Han Li smiled calmly at Mo Doctor, silently accepting the criticism, and the two found themselves once again locked in a tense standoff. After a moment, Doctor Mo seemed to have recalled something incredibly amusing. He suddenly bent forward, clutched his abdomen with both hands, and burst into laughter—his laughter flowed freely and abundantly, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Ha! Ha! Ha! What a delight! I truly forgot about this important matter. I never thought I'd actually engage you in such direct, head-on confrontation!" he said, speaking in a muddled, broken stream of laughter. Both of them suddenly felt confident and certain of their advantage, as though, in an instant, they had discovered the decisive cards that would hold their opponent and bring them to submission. After a brief silence, Han Li was the first to speak, his confidence in what he held firmly rooted, convinced that he would persuade Mo Doctor to yield and have no further objections. "Mo Doctor, do you know," Han Li began, "that your life is now entirely in my hands?" The moment he opened his mouth, everyone was astonished. "My life in your hands?" Mo Doctor scoffed, his face filled with disbelief. "Don't you notice something unusual about the wound?" "Nonsense! I've examined it carefully—your short sword has no such mark at all," Mo Doctor replied, but as he spoke, his expression changed dramatically, recalling that it had been the concealed sharp cone, not the short sword, that had injured him. "I think you've already understood my meaning without me needing to elaborate further," Han Li said, smiling warmly at his counterpart. "Even so, what can you do? Don't forget, all your potion techniques were taught to me—what poison could I not counteract?" The doctor's face immediately regained its composure, and he spoke calmly. "You never forget, did you, that when you first shared your medical texts with me, they were completely open—this very formula was tucked inside a rather obscure pharmacological treatise, not one I paid close attention to, and I might have truly missed it." Only now did the doctor recall that when he first received this prescription, due to the vast variety of herbs and the intricate preparation steps, he had been afraid of forgetting anything important. So he carefully copied down the entire method and list of ingredients onto a piece of paper and casually inserted it into a book. Over time, as countless events unfolded, he had completely forgotten about that note—now, thanks to Han Li, it had become a significant source of trouble for him. The name "Chuanxiang Si" sounds quite pleasant, even evocative, suggesting a graceful and alluring charm. Yet its medicinal potency is as delicate and profound as the unyielding longing of a devoted woman—deeply felt, almost unbearable.