Although Li Fan refused, Shi Dao'an still sat opposite Li Fan.
Li Fan put down the wine cup and looked up at his opponent. The person before him had graying temples and a confident, proud expression, like someone accustomed to holding high positions, expecting no one to refuse him.
Therefore, does he not understand etiquette?
"Aren't you being a bit presumptuous?" Li Fan spoke indifferently.
Shi Dao'an smiled and, ignoring Li Fan, picked up the wine jug beside him, poured himself some wine, savored it carefully, then put down the cup and laughed, "You have entered the Capital, and now countless eyes in the city are watching you. The people who arrived just now are just a small part. With the situation you are facing now, don't you want to seek a chance for survival?"
"What insights do you have?" Li Fan asked.
"With the enemies you've made and the current situation at Li Mountain, the only chance lies within this Capital City."
"The court?" Li Fan asked.
