In the ruins of the Black Night Wasteland, Qi Shouchang's head flew high, blood spurting ten feet from his severed neck.
Shock, fear, and a ferocious expression gradually solidified on his face.
That flying head was still turning its eyeballs, looking at its distancing body, then at Zhou Dao in the distance, seemingly unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Flying Skull... Flying Skull..." Qi Shouchang murmured, as if a voice in his mind was calling out.
His thoughts scattered, scenes from his life flickered like a light show before his eyes.
"Master, why did you change my name?"
"As your teacher, I divined with the Ancestral Master and saw your life would not end well, thus I changed your name to Shouchang (Longevity)!"
"After fifteen years in the sect, I've finally stepped into the True Realm. Senior brother, you've just returned from your training journey in the world, please accompany me once again."