The few men raised their bowls of wine together and shouted: "Cheers!" Then they downed their wine.
After they had drunk their wine, they put their bowls down. Some of them ate the little dishes of food while others poured more wine. Some of them spoke: "Master's Myriad Poison Hand is at its final critical stage, we must make sure there are no mishaps over the next few days."
"What are you worried about? This place is so hidden, and besides, there are eight poison envoys here, what can happen?" One of them said as he picked up some food to eat.
"That's right, with the combined strength of the eight of us, plus so many other people guarding this place, even a mosquito won't be able to fly in!"
