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.

Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about storage

paid attention to Caspian, they would find that the area within a radius of three

to keep moving all the

raise suspicions if the place filled with treasures was cleared every

everyone’s expression

such a huge wealth waiting to be obtained

storage

a hundred times more annoyed

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

the first

a hint

Ronald and Edda were still

everyone also felt somewhat

Moon Sect had the biggest loss, two-third of

were red, but she tried

Fauna Imperial Sect disciples were much more

the rule of the jungle, they believed the weak deserved to

felt the sectmates who died were not as excellent, and there

stood among them, naturally appearing

their

spread of the emotion diluted everyone’s

continued to journey forward without saying

the blink of an eye, five

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

young man with an arrogant

open space and looked up at the tall and majestic

the towering Pantheon, his figure

and his shoulders appeared as if they could

they both saw a

such a majestic

more was how Charles seemed to know the

island, it was as if Charles