The young man was currently immersed in happiness and did not notice his own abnormality at all.
Yun Haitang's eyes flashed with crazy greed. That poisonous snake kept absorbing the young man's mental energy fire.
The flames of the young man's three mind lamps quickly dimmed, especially the flame of the third lamp, which was on the verge of being extinguished.
It was no wonder that the young man had said that his mental fire was weakening and that his cultivation of the mental fire was not advancing but regressing instead.
He played this game with Yun Haitang every day, so it would be strange if he didn't leave.
Moreover, he had not noticed it at all.
Yun Haitang was using this method to cultivate her mental energy fire. Lu Ming felt a chill run down his spine.
This process only took about a dozen breaths of time. The mental energy fire above their heads had hidden and disappeared.
The young man was like a pile of mud, lying limply on the ground.