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.

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

area within a

Caspian had to keep moving all

would surely raise suspicions if the place filled

expression gradually turned

expect that there would be such a huge wealth waiting to be obtained in a

storage bags if

was a hundred times more annoyed than

first to realize that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three storage bags were already

was only the first day

after the surprise and annoyance, a

Edda were still

instant, everyone

Moon Sect had the biggest loss, two-third of their participating disciples failed to enter the

red, but she tried hard not to let the

the Fauna Imperial Sect

the rule of the jungle, they believed the

the sectmates who died were not

among them, naturally appearing

not know them, and their

spread of the emotion diluted

continued to journey forward

the blink of an eye, five days

appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of the mountain where

red-haired young man with an arrogant face strode out

and looked up at the tall and

towering Pantheon, his figure

stood straight, and his shoulders appeared as if

and they both saw

beforehand that such a majestic building

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

the island, it was as if Charles came to his