The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

”Let’s eat, let’s eat.”

The rising bonfire reflected a red glow on Handsome’s face.

At that moment, the little white pig, which was the size of two fists of an adult, jumped with its hooves, looking forward to watching Caspian roast a large piece of wild beast meat on the fire.

Although wild animal meat was far less delicious than human cultivators, the roasted meat was still in line with Handsome’s taste.

Just as the meat was placed on the fire, the little white pig started drooling.

Then, Caspian sat cross-legged at one side, patiently waiting.

Suddenly, he noticed a group of people approaching from the corner of his eye.

There were about six people in that group, and it seemed that cultivators were among them too.

They did not walk in front of Caspian but stopped at a distance of more than 500 meters from him.

Judging from their actions, they appeared to be taking a night’s rest here too.

Caspian squinted when he saw them, but he did not do anything.

Instead, he shut his eyes again and started meditating.

In the wilderness and in that complex environment where good and bad people were mixed, no one was willing to make trouble for themselves.

Whether it was caravans or pedestrians passing by, they avoided each other as much as possible.

If they were too close to others, it was easy to attract dissatisfaction.

To avoid that kind of misunderstanding, especially when they rested at night, everyone tried their best to avoid suspicion.

Yet, the distance of more than 500 meters was extremely close for cultivators, let alone mortals.

Therefore, if one of the parties were ill-intentioned and attacked in the evening, the other party might not even have time to react.

If Caspian’s current position was someone else, they might immediately negotiate with the other campers who were so close to them.

Nonetheless, Caspian was not worried as he was confident that those people could not do anything to him.

Caspian had a strong spiritual sense, and he had Handsome the monster with

its true ability, Caspian believed the pig’s sense of smell

a sniff in the wind and immediately analyzed that the other party’s group roasted at least five different

they found him, their camp was already

for them

expressions of the group of people

gathered together and seemed to be

them walked toward Caspian with

why are you alone? Where are you from?” The man in his mid-thirties

the fire was already cooked, and

the pig, the piece of meat that Caspian

precise, Caspian ate a piece of

on the pile of meat and crunch on a piece of meat the size of an adult, which disappeared at speed visible to the naked eye, the man

he forgot about

his food and looked at the man, saying coldly,

Leaving at dawn.”

people were with him but said he was only passing by

the man heard Caspian’s words,

at Caspian for a moment, and his eyes flashed with

described as gorgeous, it was

matched

glance, one could tell that Caspian was not an ordinary person or a child of a typical

was the second stage of Pulse Control

was extremely rare for a teenager to reach

in the surrounding countries were probably far worse than

also a person who traveled

from a wealthy family of cultivators, and he was out alone to practice

children to go out to practice alone, there might be many reasons, but it could also be the young man’s

young were

could be or they were beaten by reality, they always felt that they were the best in

that judgment, the man felt Caspian’s words sounded different from

sentence, Caspian meant to express that he did not know him, so he did not have

thought Caspian

of that, the man’s smile bloomed