"Standing next to Pan Youning, that one?" Wen Zhiyu said.
"Right, that's Feng Yi," Pan Weining replied.
"Who's Feng... Oh! The one who's good at catching snakes and can spin people around like a windmill!" Wen Zhiyu remembered.
He also knew that Feng Yi had done a favor for the Pan brothers. Pan Weining had described to them in detail how dangerous the situation had been at the time.
The impression of Feng Yi was quite good among them.
"This guy is cool! Let's have a go together," Wen Zhiyu proposed.
"Forget it, you guys play first. Feng Yi is still getting the hang of this; he hasn't had much exposure to it in the past," Pan Weining said.
"The feeling for this kind of thing obviously has to be developed in the heat of battle! It's all about the atmosphere!"
Someone else suggested from the side, "Big Pan, why don't you go ask him? He might also want to play but just didn't say anything since you're only three people, and he was too polite to suggest it."
