I'm fully aware that from the time of the great Yang Luchan, down thru the later Yang Uncles, down to the Prof, and even eventually down to ... HOLY SHIT - me! ... Well, clearly the raw purity of uncut China White TAI CHI ECSTASY paste has been stepped on to the point that it's little more than sugar once it hits the street these days.
I freely admit that.
But I'm reversing that. Thanks to Ben Lo, there are yet still, even now, enough opiate molecules clinging to the bottom of the bag to blast you into Outer Space if you will train the full Tai Chi Nei Gong Protocol. Which I will lay out openly in a couple of weeks, and vidcam for the vast waiting hordes of ticketless fans eagerly sleeping on the sidewalk outside the gate til opening, still hoping for a scalper.