Huang Biao's yang energy was seriously depleted, not just by a little bit.
This man was already one step into the Ghost Gate, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Hearing this, Huang Biao's face instantly changed.
His already pale face turned even paler.
His hand resting on the table trembled slightly, and his somber face revealed a look of neurotic desperation and unwillingness.
Huang Biao stared warily at Master Song, "Master, do you know what is happening to me?"
His voice sent a chill down the spine, causing unease to whoever listened.
Master Song didn't keep Huang Biao in the dark and told him straightforwardly, "You have gotten involved with unclean things, your life energy has been devoured, and half of your body has already entered the Ghost Gate."
"Just as I feared!"
Huang Biao sighed.
He slumped listlessly into his seat, his eyes void of life, like a pile of mud.
