Spiritual qi revival has begun, and foreign gods run rampant.
Overseas, people call me "useless" and say I have no divine favor.
That is, until the enemy comes knocking and I pick up a copy of The Analects.
"Friends have come from afar. Though distant, they must be slain!"
My words become reality, and the enemy forces vanish without a trace.
The whole nation is stunned. They rely on divine blood; I rely on five thousand years of wisdom from our ancestors!
Now I'll come clean.
Tonight, I will guard this dawn for my fellow countrymen, all of them.
