When Li Yi entered the main hall of the mansion, Fan Zhizhou had already been sitting in a chair, quietly waiting for quite some time.
"Lord Fan, my apologies. I was engaged in martial arts cultivation just now and got held up. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," Li Yi said, speaking very politely. After all, a guest should be treated with respect, and he could not afford to reject someone from a thousand miles away—the proper courtesies must still be observed.
"Mr. Li," Fan Zhizhou said as he hurriedly stood up and clasped his hands in greeting.
"Please, Lord Fan, have a seat."
Li Yi nodded and suggested, "Lord Fan, your visit today must be for some matter of importance. Let's dispense with the polite but irrelevant chit-chat. Just tell me what it is. I'm not someone from the Four Seas and Eight Continents, and I don't like all those formalities."
"Straight talk from a straightforward man, good, then I'll get right to it."