Watching Zhao Changhe drink wildly by himself, Huangfu Shaozong was utterly speechless. This fellow really put on a full act; if this display could make waves in Beijing, half the credit would go to what everyone conferred on him, and the other half to the posture he crafted himself.
What about not listening to names, not drawing a sword, not getting up, using one hand, complaining the wine was too little.
He had played all his cards, and yet he indeed had the ability to be arrogant. If Huangfu Shaozong himself did not take action, truly no one else could make him bat an eyelid.
He deserved to become famous.
I've learned a lesson.
Not until Zhao Changhe had finished drinking his bowl of wine did anyone else step forward to challenge him. It was a vivid lesson for the youth of the Capital—why the Hidden Dragon List was called the Hidden Dragon List.
Martial artists are many under heaven, a mere two or three hundred named on the list, why?
