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.

to the vast space in the Earring of Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about storage issues, and he could take anything that caught

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

had to keep moving

place

walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually

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

more storage bags if they knew

hundred times more

the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three storage bags

was only the first day in

annoyance, a hint of sadness

Edda were still alive…” Jaime

everyone also felt somewhat

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

eyes were red, but she tried hard not to let the

the Fauna Imperial Sect disciples

sect followed the rule of the jungle, they believed

they only felt the sectmates who died were not as

stood among them,

did not know them, and their deaths had nothing to

the emotion diluted

continued to journey forward without saying

of an eye,

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

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

to the open space and looked up at the tall and

to the towering Pantheon, his figure was

shoulders appeared as if they could

and they both

that such a

how Charles seemed to know

the island, it was as if Charles came to