"Teacher Qin, you honor us with your presence. Forgive us for not coming farther to welcome you." Both men smiled and cupped their hands in greeting.
"Think nothing of it."
"I am Meng Tianyue, and this is the head of the Ning Family, my elder brother Ning Suifeng..." The slightly plumper man was naturally Meng Tianyue, president of the Meng Group and the richest man in Phoenix City.
The other man, leaner and carrying a faintly sharp aura, was Ning Suifeng, head of Phoenix City's foremost Martial Dao family.
He was also Ning Qingcheng's biological father.
"I've long heard of you."
A person's standing warranted the appropriate treatment. As a matter of basic courtesy, Qin Fangyang could only say that he had long heard of them.
This had nothing to do with anything else. It was purely about the standing they had fought for throughout their lives. The countless hardships and difficulties of that struggle alone deserved those words.
"This way, please, Teacher Qin. We took the liberty of inviting you here, and we do hope you won't take offense."
Meng Tianyue bowed to usher his guest in.
"All right."
Qin Fangyang strode forward.
What met his eyes was an office that could only be called enormous.
Everywhere he looked was glittering splendor, brilliantly lit, while every furnishing inside was at least a size larger than its ordinary counterpart.
Even so, all the arrangements throughout the room still looked perfectly harmonious.
The few pots of green plants were lush and verdant, radiating abundant vitality.
A wisp of sandalwood incense rose in a curling thread, drifting slowly from a crane's beak.
Qin Fangyang settled onto the guest sofa with his legs planted wide and said evenly, "President Meng and Family Head Ning are both busy men with countless affairs to attend