"Hold on, boss! Do you know who I am?"
"I do. A penniless scholar who owes me three months' rent, a literary immortal whose verse reigns supreme on the Qinhuai River, and a mysterious spear master who smashed half of Jinling's martial world with a single thrust."
"If you know that, why are you chasing me with a spear?"
"Because you got involved with a high-ranking noblewoman disguised as a man, and made that Yangzhou heiress whose engagement you broke come crying to my door... You're courting four, five, six women at once. Today, I'm the one who's going to skewer you!"
The 130th year of the Wu Dynasty. The realm is in turmoil.
Lu Chen, a failed scholar, only wants to set up a calligraphy stall outside the Jinsè Cloth Shop and live a quiet, carefree life.
Until that day, when the city's great scholars make things difficult for him and packs of martial artists surround him.
He sighs, folds his fan, and pulls the nine-foot spear gathering dust beneath his rickety wooden table.
