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.

spiritual sense, and

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

analyzed that the other party’s

they found him, their

it was unrealistic for them to

expressions of the group of people were

people gathered together and seemed

one of them walked toward Caspian with the leg

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

was already cooked, and he shared it

the huge difference in size between the man and the pig, the piece of meat

piece of meat, whereas Handsome ate a mountain of

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

while, he forgot about

and looked at the

Leaving at dawn.”

were with him but said he was only passing by and would

words, he immediately

for a moment, and his eyes flashed with

described as gorgeous, it was

it matched

that Caspian was not an ordinary person or

realm was the second stage of Pulse Control

was extremely rare for a teenager to

clans in the surrounding

man was also a person who traveled a lot and

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

be many reasons, but it could also be the young man’s arrogance and eagerness to go out

young were

be or they were beaten by reality,

man felt Caspian’s words

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

man thought Caspian

that, the man’s