Old memories of being a freelance mercenary were nostalgic tales now. Feng Yi chose to tell some lively and intriguing stories filled with excitement; stories like a heroic moment where he saved a damsel who happened to be a married woman, or a gunfight that almost led to a friendly-fire. These were the kind of thrilling events he would share.
As time passed, the bar quieted down completely. His friends were all listening with an unprecedented level of attention. It felt as though they were immersed in the stories themselves. Xia Xinru, in particular, seemed to become so involved that she clutched the corner of Feng Yi's clothing. Even after the stories were over, many still found it hard to pull away from their deeply engaged thoughts.
