How can outsiders imagine the joy of cultivation?

Senior White Two's head-cutting technique was far more effective than what Song Shuhang had imagined.

Even though the pseudo-eternity mode had stitched his head back, it still fell off, and a small bit of shouting was all it took.

He was no longer a "headless horseman" on a physical level as even the laws of the universe were in play now.

Song Shuhang, who was loudly shouting at the sky, had to stop himself. After all, it was not like he could just put his head back on and continue with what he was doing.

Shuhang silently stretched out his hands, and under the stunned eyes of the disciples of the scholarly faction, he grabbed his head and placed it back onto his neck.

Silence reigned supreme once again.

After pondering for a while, Song Shuhang raised his head and expressionlessly let out another round of shouting, finishing what he had started.

He was not doing this to brag as there was nothing to brag about since his head fell off.