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.

Earring of Echo, Caspian did not need to

find that the area within a radius of three meters where

had to keep moving

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

kept walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned from

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

have prepared more storage bags if they

times

first to realize that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was

was only the first day

a hint of sadness surged in everyone’s

Ronald and Edda were still alive…”

instant, everyone also felt

two-third of their participating disciples

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

Sect disciples were much more

of the jungle,

who died were not

among them, naturally

their deaths had nothing to do with

of the emotion

journey

blink of an

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

tall, red-haired young man with an

and looked up at the tall

the towering Pantheon, his figure was as small as an

and his shoulders appeared as if they

and Liliana glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of

that such a majestic building

seemed to know the island like the back

island, it was as if Charles