His face became somewhat regretful.
"Unfortunately, this village didn't have enough suitable nourishment. If there were more virgin men and women, both of us would've reached Level Four."
Twelve nearly exploded. "Shut up!"
His face turned ugly. He wanted to stop his stupid partner. Yet the damage was already done.
Number Four and Number Five exchanged a glance.
The information they came for had essentially been handed to them.
As expected, if one let Eleven talk long enough, he would reveal everything himself—no need for interrogation.
The fact that the nearby village had become silent also suddenly made sense.
The villagers hadn't been unlucky enough to encounter wandering beasts.
But they had encountered the Red Cloaks. The brutes who abandoned morality long ago.
To gain strength, they no longer cared where the nourishment came from.
Men or Women. Young or old. None of it mattered.
The only thing that mattered to them was the cultivation level.
