The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian remembered that the spring rain would fall at least in late February or early March in previous years, and it would be accompanied by rolling spring thunder.

However, the spring rain at the end of January lasted for three days that year, gentle and dense, covering the earth in a hazy rain and fog.

The air was cool and fresh.

That afternoon, Caspian wore a conical hat and came to Bamboo Creek Alley.

It was about 120 kilometers away from the imperial city, and it was not in the downtown area but the depths of the quiet ancient road compound.

The back door of certain houses in the alley seemed to be open at any time, and a young girl with an umbrella walked out and smiled at Caspian gently.

‘Is this the path my mother took before?’

Breathing in the unfamiliar air around him, Caspian strolled forward in the rain.

The Bamboo Creek Alley was not far, and its size was about 60 meters.

Hence, Caspian could see the end at a glance.

Edgar did not tell Caspian what he should be looking for at Bamboo Creek Alley, but Caspian was not worried because he believed someone would tell him.

In no time, Caspian was halfway through Bamboo Creek Alley.

Near the center of the alley, there was a dumpling stall under the eaves, and an old woman with gray hair who appeared simple and honest was currently wrapping dumplings.

In the pot, the boiling water kept tumbling, exuding a rich aroma.

When Caspian walked to the dumpling stand, the old woman looked at him and smiled.

“Young man, would you like a bowl?”

Caspian chuckled.

“Granny, how can you tell that I’m a young man?”

The old woman skillfully poured more than ten dumplings into the pot, and the folds on her face gathered as she laughed.

“I might be old, but my eyes still work great.

How can I not recognize a young man like you?”

and slowly removed his conical hat, “I thought you knew I‘d be here long ago,

hat, the old woman who cooked suddenly stopped, and the expression on her face

young man! Are

taught Caspian the

deceive high-level cultivators, there was no problem

enough, that old dumpling vendor

here for a long time! Today, my Great Oceans Sect has set up a

The next moment, the amiable smile on the old woman‘s face disappeared, replaced by a hideous face, and she sounded like

he finished speaking, the guy

that instant, the large pot of steaming dumpling soup poured over

a thick fog in that drizzling

away, but a small

smelled a scent neither fragrant nor

dumpling soup on

frowned

old woman grinned, stretched out her

mask covering her face, revealing a proud look

breaker, and you can’t sense the essence of the world

to see how you’ll use

shouted loudly, dozens of figures appeared at both ends of the alley and

them wore a blue uniform, looking

the Great Oceans Sect’s

this Bamboo Creek Alley is the reason you decided to support Edgar and his son.” Then, Caspian looked at the man behind the dumpling stand and added, “No wonder the Great

him and found that the Great Oceans Sect’s disciples now were much stronger than the ones in the imperial city

but there were also several figures standing behind the crowd, which made Caspian a little

Caspian could feel their

with the Great Oceans Sect’s Weldon, who he killed three days ago, these people were

The man sneered.

seems that you’re as smart

you can

that case, you should obediently hand over the Thousand Machines

Great Oceans Sect not only won‘t blame you for beheading the disciples, but we’ll give you a big reward and let

What do you think?”

so flattered that I almost believed what you said!” Caspian answered

front of him, “What do you mean by Thousand Machine Box? Would you

and Caspian