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.

did not need

area within a radius of three meters where he stood

keep moving

raise suspicions if the place filled with treasures was cleared every time he

everyone’s expression gradually turned

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

storage bags if they knew

a hundred times more annoyed than

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

only the first

annoyance, a hint

and Edda were still

everyone

Moon Sect had the biggest loss, two-third of their participating disciples

that moment, Jessica’s eyes were red, but she tried hard not to

Fauna Imperial Sect

followed the rule of the jungle,

died were not as excellent, and

them,

did not know them, and their deaths had

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to journey

the blink of an eye,

about twenty people appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of the

red-haired young man with an arrogant

open space and looked up

the towering Pantheon, his figure was as small

straight, and his shoulders

they both saw a look of astonishment in each

that such a majestic building existed on

seemed to know the island like

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