The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Omar just put a valuable piece of Mica Gold Essence in his storage bag.

He still relatively had good self-control as he did not stuff everything good into his storage sack.

Even so, Omar’s two storage bags were almost packed.

However, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he looked at the empty wall beside him, frowned, and thought for a while.

Then, Omar grabbed Xander, who walked by, and asked in uncertainty, “Xander, was there an Iron Pith Bamboo Shoot here just now?”

Xander was unsure too.

After all, there were too many treasures along the way, and it was not even an exaggeration to say that the floor tiles used to lay the ground were valuables that could be brought back in exchange for sect contribution points.

In such a dazzling environment, it was still a bit difficult for them to remember exactly where and what was around even if they were cultivators with memory and observation far superior to ordinary people.

“I don’t think so,” Xander pondered for a moment and patted Omar’s shoulder, “Omar, did you misremember it?”

“Well… Maybe I did.” Omar always trusted Xander.

Since Xander said so, Omar only scratched his head and nodded in response.

Not far away, Caspian touched his earlobe quietly.

As he wore the Thousand Cursed Mask, Caspian‘s Earring of Echo was also hidden, but the function was not affected in any way.

Of course, Omar remembered it correctly, and there was indeed an Iron Pith Bamboo Shoot against the wall.

If the good stuff was being decomposed in the furnace, they could get excellent refining material at least five times better than the refined iron obtained by decomposing ordinary sharp tools.

Naturally, Caspian would not let it go.

At the same time, he would put the treasures that Fauna Imperial Sect disciples found helpful in his storage bags not to cause others to doubt his identity.

Besides that, Caspian also put what he liked into the Earring of Echo without anyone noticing.

not need to worry about storage issues, and he could take anything that caught

that the area within a radius of three

keep moving all the

suspicions if the place

walking forward, everyone’s expression

such a huge wealth waiting to be obtained in a competition

have prepared more storage

times more

was the first to realize that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even

was only the first

a hint of sadness surged in

and Edda were still alive…”

everyone also felt somewhat

two-third of their participating

were red, but she tried hard

Imperial Sect disciples

jungle, they believed the weak deserved to be

died were not as excellent,

them,

their deaths had

spread of the

continued to journey forward without

of an

day, a group of about twenty people appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of the mountain

these people, a tall, red-haired young man with an arrogant face

the open space and looked up at the tall and majestic

Pantheon, his figure was as small as an

stood straight, and his shoulders appeared as if they could

and they both saw a look of astonishment in each other’s

never thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed on the

even more was how Charles seemed to know the island like the back

island, it was as if Charles came