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

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

had to keep moving all

raise suspicions if the place filled with treasures was

they kept walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually

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

more storage bags

hundred times more

first to realize that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a

the

annoyance, a hint of sadness

were still alive…”

instant, everyone

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

eyes were red, but she tried hard not

Imperial Sect disciples were much more

followed the rule of the jungle, they believed the weak

felt the sectmates who died were not as excellent, and

stood among them,

and their

the

journey

an eye, five days

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

young man with an arrogant face strode out without

looked up at the tall and

figure was as

shoulders appeared

and they both saw a look of astonishment in each

thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed

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

it was as