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?”

case?” Caspian nodded and slowly removed his conical hat, “I thought you knew I‘d be

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

a young man! Are you surprised?” Caspian

taught Caspian

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

that old dumpling vendor immediately

a long time! Today,

amiable smile on the old woman‘s face disappeared, replaced by a hideous face,

speaking, the guy waved

of steaming dumpling soup

soup swiftly caused a thick

hurriedly backed away, but a small part dropped

fragrant nor foul, and his face changed

looked at the dumpling soup on his

Caspian frowned

grinned, stretched out her hand, and pulled along

human skin mask covering

you can’t sense the essence of the

how you’ll use your spells now! Everyone,

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

a blue uniform, looking at Caspian with

cultivators were undoubtedly the Great Oceans Sect’s

thought, 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 Oceans Sect’s disciples in the imperial city that day were so weak, the strong ones are all

Oceans Sect’s disciples now were much stronger than the

were also several figures standing behind the

their abyss-like aura as he

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

The man sneered.

that you’re as smart as the

little clue, you can guess the truth

you should obediently hand over the Thousand

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

What do you think?”

that I almost believed what you said!” Caspian

rushed toward the man in front of him, “What do you mean by

narrow, and Caspian was