Young Master, Can My Three-Foot White Robe Protect the Nation?

A Confucian scholar? Are you talking about me?

I was once a villain, but now I know there is no end to suffering, and turning back is the way to salvation.

Books, poetry, songs?

How can that righteous energy bring peace to the nation?

Everyone is drunk, while I alone am sober. They all think that scholar in white is nothing but flesh and blood.

You have a martial body. I have a copy of the Analects.

The great principles on my tongue can become a sharp blade three feet long, even in the hands of a mere scholar.

Yet I want to establish the heart of this world and bring order to the lives of all people!

I want to bring this chaotic age back onto the right path. I am unworthy, with no vast store of knowledge or eloquent tongue for debate.

Yet I want to be the one who gives people a reason to live!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.