Jiang Cheng might be a Sect Leader, might be the fearsome Sandu Shengshou, but he's also an uncle that has often been accused of being both a little too doting and a little too mean all at the same time. Folding clothes is easy; it's not as hard as, say, facing your brother, or dealing with Cultivation Conferences.

As soon as he hears the words big brother, though, his hands fumble. He has to pretend, almost tersely, that he's not going a little bit pink. He shakes his head before he grabs another piece of clothing and begins.

"Fine, but pay attention, I'm only going to do it one more time."