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

area within

had to keep

if the place filled with

walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually

be

prepared more storage bags

hundred times more annoyed

that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his

was only the

surprise and annoyance, a hint of sadness

and Edda were still

everyone

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

but she tried hard not

Sect disciples

the jungle, they believed the weak deserved

they only felt the sectmates who died were not as excellent,

them, naturally appearing

and their deaths had nothing to do

the emotion

journey forward without saying

the blink of an

on that day, a group of about twenty people appeared like ghostly figures at

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

the open space and looked up at the tall and

towering Pantheon, his figure

stood straight, and his shoulders

both saw a look of astonishment

thought beforehand that such a

how Charles seemed to know the island like the back

it was as if