"Why not rise with the wind, soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles?"
Upon hearing these words, the three players could not help but give a thumbs up in unison.
Huang Shang was truly a cultured man; he knew how to insult others without resorting to foul language.
These two lines of poetry, if translated into colloquial language, would basically mean...
"Why don't you go to heaven?"
Ye Weiming gave an awkward smile, but he didn't feel disappointed. After all, he had merely asked out of curiosity, without any real expectation that Huang Shang would satisfy his unreasonable request.
"So, it's not possible, then?"
Huang Shang huffed: "The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms is a secret martial art of the Beggar's Sect, which I don't know. However, I do know a bit about this secret martial art. To be honest with you, you only learned one move and not the essence of it."
Ye Weiming was taken aback upon hearing this: "Essence?"
