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,

ability, Caspian believed the pig’s sense of smell was much stronger than

took a sniff in the wind and immediately analyzed that the other

they found him, their camp was already set up, and the food

it was unrealistic for them

nearby, the expressions of the group of people were not as good

and

toward Caspian with the leg of an

you alone? Where are you from?” The man in his mid-thirties smiled brightly like a politician, but it was not an

meat on the fire was already

size between the man and the pig, the piece of meat

ate a piece of meat, whereas Handsome

of meat and crunch on a piece of meat the size of an adult, which

he forgot about Caspian’s

and looked at the man, saying coldly,

Leaving at dawn.”

did not mention how many people were with him but said he was only passing by

man heard Caspian’s words, he

a moment, and his eyes flashed with

clothes could not be described

matched his body

Caspian was not

realm was the

extremely rare for a teenager to reach that

children of many big clans in

a person who traveled

demeanor, dressing, and realm in his mind and quickly discerned that Caspian was from a wealthy family of cultivators,

alone, there might be many reasons, but it could also be the young man’s

young were

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

the man felt

did not

thought

of that,