Shang Beida peers interestedly at the glow. If he focuses, he can feel something in the currents of spiritual energy, but it’s pretty subtle, and he wouldn’t be able to call exactly what it was doing if he didn’t know. He wouldn’t even notice if he wasn’t looking.

“Equals. That’s… nice.” He likes that. He’s used to being below people. He likes being on a level with Casper. Pants diagnosed with demigod. It makes sense, really, since he’s around Nascent Soul and that’s at least halfway to ascension if he put his mind to it.