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.

a strong spiritual sense,

showed its true ability, Caspian believed the pig’s sense of smell was much stronger

the wind and immediately analyzed that the other

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

was unrealistic for them to leave

after discovering that other people were nearby, the expressions of the group of people were not as good

gathered together and

with the leg

The man in his mid-thirties smiled brightly like

the fire was already

huge difference in size between the man and the pig, the piece of meat that Caspian ate was much

a piece of meat, whereas

the little white pig jump up on the pile of meat and crunch on a piece of meat the size of an adult, which disappeared at

a while, he forgot about Caspian’s

food and looked at the man, saying coldly, “Just

Leaving at dawn.”

many people were with him but said he was only passing by and would not pose any threat to the

Caspian’s words, he immediately

Caspian for a moment, and

clothes could not be described as gorgeous, it was highly

matched his body and

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

was the second stage of Pulse Control

a teenager

many big clans in the surrounding

also a person who traveled a lot and had

and quickly discerned that Caspian was from a wealthy family of cultivators, and he was out alone to practice without any

there might be many reasons, but it could also be

all, the young

were beaten by reality,

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

he did not know

the man thought Caspian showed

of that, the man’s