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

they paid attention to Caspian, they would find that the area

Caspian had to keep moving all

would surely raise suspicions if the place filled with treasures was

walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned

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

storage bags if they knew it

times more annoyed than

the first to realize that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare

it was only the first

the surprise and annoyance, a hint of sadness surged

were still

instant, everyone

loss, two-third of their

she tried hard not to let the tears

Sect disciples were much

the jungle, they believed the weak deserved

were not as excellent,

among them, naturally appearing

their

the emotion diluted everyone’s

to journey forward without saying

of an eye,

people appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of

the cautiousness of these people, a tall, red-haired young man with an arrogant face strode out without a

looked up at the tall and

towering Pantheon, his figure was as small as an

he stood straight, and his shoulders appeared as if they could

both saw a look of

a majestic building existed

seemed to know the island like the back

island, it was as if Charles came