What's So Bad About Being a Dog?

Having returned to the Soul Sweeping Branch Hall, Yang Shan happened to catch Soul Sweeping Tower's biweekly group meeting.

This was also part of the "culture" Yang Shan had insisted on implementing.

Naturally, this group meeting was not some perfunctory procedure.

Every half month, they had to "identify gaps and make corrections."

Its purpose was to resolve shortcomings in Soul Sweeping Tower's current operations and improve the business further.

The meetings would not last long, but targets had to be set for personnel whose performance was lacking. If they failed to meet them by the next meeting, "demotion" would have to be considered.

Those who performed well, meanwhile, would be rewarded publicly.

This meeting seemed to be nearing its end, and Yang Shan's loyal subordinate, Wu Ying, was delivering the closing summary.

"Rewards and punishments have all been decided. While we still have a little time, this Venerable Elder will impart some experience to you."

"I know that certain stories from this Venerable Elder's past have long spread throughout Soul Sweeping Tower."

"Do you think this Venerable Elder is merely Mister E's dog? That I only achieved what I have today because I chose the right master?"

Wu Ying's question left the entire hall silent.

Wu Ying held an extraordinary position within Soul Sweeping Tower. Even if some people thought so privately, they would never dare reveal the slightest hint of it.

"What, no one dares speak? Then this Venerable Elder shall ask you another question!"

"What's so bad about being a dog? Huh? What's bad about it?"

"What kind of trash was I, Wu Ying, before? I risked my life for half my life, only to become an Earth Grade Protector in some backwater region."

"But what is my cultivation now? What position do I hold in Soul Sweeping