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 issues, and

they paid attention to Caspian, they would find that the area within a radius of three meters where he stood would

had to keep

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

expression gradually turned from surprise

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

storage bags if they knew

was a hundred times more

to realize that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a

only the

the surprise and annoyance, a hint of sadness

and Edda were still alive…”

everyone

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

but she tried hard

Sect disciples were

jungle, they

felt the sectmates who died were not as excellent, and there

among them, naturally appearing

and their

spread of the emotion

to journey forward without

the blink of an eye, five

that day, a group of about twenty people appeared like

these people, a tall, red-haired young man with an

the open space and looked up at

the towering Pantheon, his figure was as small as an

and his shoulders appeared

glanced at each other, and they both saw a look

thought beforehand that such a

seemed to know the

it was as if Charles came