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.

sense, and he had Handsome

though Handsome showed its true ability, Caspian believed the pig’s sense of

immediately analyzed that the other party’s group roasted

first, and by the time they found him, their camp was

it was unrealistic for them to

the expressions of the group of

together and seemed to

Caspian with the leg of an unknown

alone? Where are you from?” The man in his mid-thirties smiled brightly like

was already cooked, and he shared

the piece of meat that Caspian ate

be precise, Caspian ate a piece of meat, whereas Handsome

little white pig jump up on the pile of meat and crunch on a piece of

he

his food and looked at

Leaving at dawn.”

said he was only passing by and would

heard Caspian’s words,

for a moment, and his

not be described as

matched his body

Caspian was not an ordinary person or a

Caspian’s realm was the second stage of Pulse Control

rare for a teenager to reach

big clans in the surrounding countries were probably far worse than

a person who traveled a lot

discerned that Caspian was from a wealthy family of cultivators, and he was out

go out to practice alone, there might be

young were usually

beaten

felt Caspian’s words sounded different from

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

man thought Caspian

of that, the man’s