Subdue with Virtue

Liu Jinyuan held the scroll and asked Wang Ming with a very confused expression.

Wang Ming sat in front of a wooden table and chair set with a tea set on it. He picked up a cup of clear tea, took a sip, and then said, "Take another careful look at who the person on your scroll is."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jinyuan immediately looked at the scroll carefully again.

There was a man on the scroll.

The impact this man had on Liu Jinyuan was extremely intense because, no matter how he looked at it, he found it completely discordant.

The man on the scroll had an extremely tall and sturdy build. Liu Jinyuan estimated that in real reality he would be at least one meter eighty-nine, a terrifying height close to two meters.

That person was naked to the waist, revealing muscles that looked like they were twisted from steel bars and iron wires. That soul-shaking, terrifying gaze sent a wave of palpitations through Liu Jinyuan's heart.

Then Liu Jinyuan noticed the clothing of the man in the painting. He was very familiar with the cloth wrapped around his head, as well as the pants, and then that face also started to look familiar.

A final, absurd feeling rose in his heart.

Yet the more he looked, the more it resembled him.

(It's a parody, just laugh it off and don't take it seriously.)

"M-Master! Th-This couldn't be the Sage Confucius, could it?!" Liu Jinyuan said with trepidation.

"Correct!"

"Cough, cough!!!" Liu Jinyuan masked his loss of composure and then said, "Master, are you... certain there's no mistake?"

"Correct!"

While Liu Jinyuan was indeed a layman when it came to martial arts, he was extremely familiar with their Confucian Sage Confucius, and he did not believe he was