Confucius?
Lu Xuan's heart tightened.
Although history in the Current World was fractured and most classical texts and historical records had been lost, the name of Master Kong had, against all odds, been passed down!
He was, after all, the founder of Confucianism. Even in the Current World, there were still many who revered Confucian teachings, some Great Cultivators even using them to enter the Dao!
'Is it just someone with the same name? Or is this burly man before me the legendary Master Kong?'
"May I ask, sir, for what purpose have you come seeking the Keeper of the Records?" Although a thunderclap had just exploded in Lu Xuan's mind, his face remained as calm as a placid lake as he asked softly.
Beside him, Yin Xi remained vigilant, sizing up the man who called himself Confucius. He had heard the name before—it had recently become quite famous, but…
The burly man returned the courtesy with a gentle smile.
