"Elder brother, my name is Zhou Ji."
Zhou Ji sat kneeling meticulously within the void of the milky-white space, his knees, fair calves, and feet bound with golden thread touching the ground in a straight line, with his buttocks appropriately resting on his heels, embodying fastidiousness to the extreme.
On normal days, Zhou Li, who always chose to sit cross-legged, had unusually opted for the standard kneeling position, mainly because the other party gave him a subtle sense of pressure. This pressure stemmed from Zhou Ji's scrupulous posture and his behavior, which followed the rules to a T.
So dignified...
Observing the earnest visage of Zhou Ji calling him elder brother, Zhou Li felt somewhat intimidated. After all, through the years, such paragons of virtue had always been Zhou Li's natural bane.
"So, is this the place where you usually reside?"
