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.

the Earring of Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about storage

paid attention to Caspian, they would find that the area within a radius of

had to keep moving all the

all, it would surely raise suspicions if the place filled

kept walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned from

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

prepared more storage bags

times more annoyed

Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three storage bags

it was only the first day

a hint of sadness

were still alive…” Jaime

instant, everyone also

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

she tried

Fauna Imperial Sect

of the jungle, they believed the

died were not

among them,

them, and their deaths had nothing to do with

of the emotion diluted everyone’s

continued to journey

the blink of an eye, five days

people appeared like ghostly

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

walked to the open space and looked up at

towering Pantheon, his figure was

shoulders appeared

both saw a look of astonishment

never thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed on

was how Charles seemed to know the island

as if Charles came