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.

Caspian did not need to

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

to keep moving all the

would surely raise suspicions if the place

walking forward, everyone’s expression

that there would be such a huge wealth waiting to be obtained in a competition that was originally

more storage

was a hundred times more annoyed

Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three storage bags were

only the first

a hint

Edda were still

instant, everyone also

biggest loss, two-third of their participating disciples failed to

she tried hard not to let the tears

contrast, the Fauna Imperial Sect disciples were much

the jungle, they

only felt the sectmates who died were not as excellent, and there were no extra

among them, naturally

know them, and their deaths had

spread of the emotion

journey

the blink of an eye,

twenty people appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of the mountain where Pantheon

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

the open space and looked up

Pantheon, his figure was as small as

shoulders appeared as if they could

at each other, and they both saw a look

that such a majestic

to know the island

was as if