The two didn't show a hint of sadness; in fact, their expressions were slightly pleased.
The man from the Red Flame Sect named Xiao went straight in and stripped the Storage Bag from the corpse.
"The Storage Bag is mine. The rest is yours."
Even though she was obviously displeased, the woman beamed and nodded, her hands deftly moving—Soft Armor and other Magical Artifacts were quickly scraped off the corpse.
Shen Hao witnessed the entire process from not far away. While it seemed the two in front treated him as air, in truth, those two vicious auras had already locked onto him from the start.
"Hehe, little gentleman, judging by your attire you're from the Xuanqing Guard—how long have you been trapped here?" The woman walked over with swaying steps, not flaunting her charms yet her whole body radiated a breathtaking allure.
The Red Flame Sect man followed a few steps behind, his gaze fixed entirely on Shen Hao.
