The Difficulty of the Confucian Path

"You..."

The person who was grabbed looked a bit bewildered. After carefully examining Zhu Youji, he asked, "You're not a Confucian scholar, are you?"

Hearing this question, Zhu Youji paused for a moment. After thinking it over, he nodded and said, "Yes, I am a Confucian scholar."

The young scholar, dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a Confucian crown, chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, even though I don't know what you're doing here on Azure Cloud Mountain, you're definitely not a Confucian scholar. Judging by your attire, you must be a wealthy noble from the imperial city, right? What brings you here? Heard about the Confucian Path event and came to join the fun?"

At this moment, Zhu Youji was wearing clothes made of high-quality silk. Although they lacked dragon patterns and weren't overly elaborate, their superior craftsmanship was apparent to anyone knowledgeable.

Hearing this, Zhu Youji went along with it. "Brother, you have a keen eye. I admire that."