My name is Long Yuan, and my wish is for everyone to be like a dragon!
I've transmigrated into a Confucian world where all propriety has fallen apart. What should I do?
Anyone there? It's urgent!
What? You all rely on the writings of the sages to gain literary aura? You look down on poetry as a trivial path?
Sorry, I have thousands of years of Chinese poetry in my head. Just watch me turn your so-called trivial path of poetry into the Great Way!
You look down on me for being a poor scholar from a humble family, blind to the suffering of ordinary people.
I, Long Yuan, don't care for your talk of benevolence and morality. I see only your despicable, self-serving deeds!
I came here for no other reason.
I came to establish the heart of Heaven and Earth, secure the lives of the people, carry on the lost teachings of the sages, and bring peace to all generations!
With a boundless sea of literary aura, I will forge peerless literary bones and nurture a world-shaking sword of wisdom. I will stand tall between Heaven and Earth and slay demons and monsters!
