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.

not need to worry about storage issues, and he could take anything

that the area

had to keep

surely raise suspicions if the place

everyone’s expression gradually turned from

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

would have prepared more storage

hundred times

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

it was only the

the surprise and annoyance, a hint of sadness surged in everyone’s

Ronald and Edda were still alive…”

an instant, everyone also felt somewhat

had the biggest loss, two-third of their

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

Sect disciples were much more

their sect followed the rule of the jungle, they believed the weak deserved to be

were

stood among them, naturally

not know them, and their deaths

the

continued to journey forward without

of an eye, five

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

a tall, red-haired young man with an arrogant

open space and looked up at the tall

figure was

his shoulders

both saw a look of astonishment in each other’s

never thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed on the

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

as if Charles