The World Calls Me Master Pei

The Heavenly Stele has descended, and the Confucian Way is on the brink of collapse

I once longed to wander the martial world, but burdened by a grave responsibility, I have no choice but to take up my brush once more.

From then on, the world gains a Confucian scholar with a sword on his back. With a touch of noble spirit, he can summon a refreshing breeze from a thousand miles away; with a single stroke of his sword, he can sweep through the mortal world and make everything go as he wishes.

“Master, are you leaving?”

The little girl gazed at the blue-robed man before her, her eyes full of unspoken hurt and reluctance.

The Confucian scholar in blue ruffled the girl’s hair. As if to reassure her, he smiled and said warmly, “Mm. Your master has to go.”