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?”

that the case?” Caspian nodded and slowly removed his conical hat, “I thought you

middle-aged man‘s face under the hat, the old woman who cooked suddenly stopped, and the expression on her

a young man! Are you surprised?” Caspian

Caspian the

he could not deceive high-level cultivators, there was no

dumpling vendor

long time! Today, my Great Oceans Sect has set

woman‘s face disappeared, replaced by a hideous face, and

he finished speaking, the guy waved his hand

the large pot of steaming dumpling soup

swiftly caused a thick fog in that

away, but a small part dropped

he smelled a scent neither fragrant nor foul, and his face changed

the dumpling soup on

Caspian frowned and looked at the old

woman grinned, stretched out her

skin mask covering her face, revealing a proud look of a

can’t sense the essence of

see how you’ll use your

appeared at both ends of the alley

blue uniform, looking at Caspian with cold

were undoubtedly the Great

the dumpling stand

disciples now were much stronger than the ones in the imperial city

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

Caspian could feel their abyss-like aura as he had great

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

The man sneered.

you’re as

clue, you can guess the truth of the

that case, you should obediently hand over the

for beheading the disciples, but we’ll give

What do you think?”

that I almost believed what

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

Caspian was very close