Handing Out Bonuses, Celebrating a Birthday!

"Good! Well fought!"

Qiangu Dongfeng's voice echoed through the office, full of exhilaration and excitement. He laughed so hard he nearly cried. In all his years as the Spirit Pagoda's master, he had never been this happy.

He recalled the humiliating memories of being defeated by Yun Ming. It was the greatest disgrace of his life, an enduring pain he could never forget. In that battle, Yun Ming had beaten him so thoroughly that he could not fight back, humiliating, mocking, and trampling him before countless witnesses.

From that moment onward, he had sworn that Yun Ming would pay the price.

Yet over the years, he had never found an opportunity. Yun Ming had only grown stronger, risen higher in status, and gained ever more renown, while he could only hide within the Spirit Pagoda and watch his enemy bask in endless glory.

He hated him.

He hated Yun Ming, hated his talent, hated his strength, hated everything about him. He wanted nothing more than to tear Yun Ming apart with his own hands, but he knew he lacked the ability. Thus, he buried that hatred deep within his heart and waited for an opportunity.

Now, as Qiangu Dongfeng watched Yun Ming crawl out of the ruins on the screen, saw his torn white robes, the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his dust-covered face, an uncontrollable thrill rose within him.

He remembered Yun Ming's arrogant face, his air of acting as though he were second only to heaven itself. Then he looked again at that filthy, bedraggled face on the screen, and Qiangu Dongfeng could not stop laughing.

He laughed until his whole body trembled, until tears streamed down his face, until he leaned entirely against the back of his chair. He took a deep breath and