"Taoist Friend Pang, what do you think our bottom line is this time?" Bai Qicang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the fierce battle in the distance, asking Pang Hong beside him.
Indeed, Pang Hong held numerous positions: Sect Leader of the Shenxiao Sect, True God of the Thunder Department, direct disciple of the Taoist Monarch, and wielder of the Southern Pole Imperial Palace, among others.
But in Bai Qicang's eyes, these identities meant little. He treated Pang as a fellow Taoist, unaffected by the other prestigious titles, neither overly flattering nor overly indifferent.
Of course, Bai Qicang himself held such qualifications. Though he did not possess a divine rank in the Heavenly Court, it was merely because he chose not to. He could easily obtain a top divine rank if he so wished.
