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.

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

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

keep moving

if the place filled with

kept walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned

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

more storage bags if

a hundred times more annoyed

trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare

the first

and annoyance, a hint of

Ronald and Edda were still

an instant, everyone also

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

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

Sect disciples

followed the rule of the jungle, they believed

they only felt the sectmates who died were not

stood among them, naturally

their deaths had

the

to journey forward without

of an

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

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

the open space and looked up

figure was as small as an

his shoulders appeared

at each other, and they both saw

a majestic building existed on the

more was how Charles seemed to know the island

was as if Charles came to his back