Zhang Wenfeng said, "Brother Xu, this matter isn't just a clash of tempers. If we were only comparing cultivation levels, even ten Pan Fengs wouldn't be a match for you. This time, Pan Feng has rallied the Yin generals to build up momentum. If we clash head-on, we'll fall right into his trap. When that happens, all he has to do is pass the blame to Huaiyou City God's Mansion, and we'll surely be found guilty of a grave offense."
Xu Yi said, "Brother Zhang is absolutely right. But rest assured, I won't act rashly." With that, he flickered out of sight.
Zhang Wenfeng watched Xu Yi leave, sat in the hall for a while, drank a cup of tea, then returned to his room.
"Brother Zhu, Brother Ma, you still don't trust me, Old Pan? When have I ever led you two astray?"
In a lavish great hall, Pan Feng urged them to drink as he spoke loudly.
The man seated on the left had a leopard's head and ringed eyes. His name was Zhu Neng. The man on the right had a longish face and a gloomy air; his name was Ma Wei. Both were Yin generals in Huaiyou City God's Mansion.
The front hall of this great hall was a temple, where incense burned in abundance. Smoke drifted in on the breeze from time to time. The three didn't find it unpleasant; instead, they would occasionally draw in a deep breath, then show their comfort.
Had anyone gone into the temple in the front hall, they would have seen that three of the statues were exact likenesses of Pan Feng, Zhu Neng, and Ma Wei as they drank in the great hall—not just similar, but lifelike.
It turned out that, as Yin generals in City God's