Banquet Hall.
Xiang Wu stormed in from outside, angrily saying, "Second Master, why bother giving them face? They're spouting lies to slander our Serpent Gang. This is just an excuse to become our enemies."
The Second Master looked at the gourmet dishes on the table and said regretfully, "Such a pity, this whole table of delicacies. Let's sit and eat. Good chefs are hard to come by; it cost a fortune to bring this retired master chef out of hiding."
"Come, why are you all just standing there? Eat."
The seven Hall Masters, each harboring their own thoughts, hesitantly sat down, none daring to touch their chopsticks for a moment.
One of the Hall Masters, holding his tongue for a long while, finally said, "Second Master, that boy was just spouting nonsense. We can't take it seriously."
The Second Master, calm as ever, raised his wine glass, his delicate fingers arching slightly, and said, "Don't talk about that. Let's eat first. This meal doesn't come easy."
