"Y—You are a cultivator?" Charlotte's breath hitched. There were a lot of cultivators in the underground cities, yet usually they were part of criminal gangs and much older than both of them, most commonly in their 30s.
"I…" Scarlett wasn't able to speak properly. Blood clung to every part of her figure. This being the first time she had ever taken lives, she wasn't knowledgeable enough to keep herself pristine from the gushing liquid.
Although it was shocking news to Charlotte, she didn't hesitate. Acting like she hadn't just been choked close to losing her consciousness, she rose and approached the bodies one by one.
Her hands moved with precision, searching every single pocket, stripping the dead men of their valuables.
"W—What are you doing?" Scarlett was taken aback by the sight. How could a girl the same age as her be able to pick pocket the corpses of so many men?
Charlotte spared her a glance.
