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.

Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about storage issues,

the area within a radius of three meters where

keep moving all

suspicions if the place filled with treasures was cleared every time he was

walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned from surprise to

such a huge wealth waiting to be

have prepared more storage bags if they knew it

hundred times more

that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity,

the first day

and annoyance, a hint of sadness surged in

were still alive…” Jaime

everyone also felt somewhat

biggest loss, two-third of their participating disciples

red, but she tried hard not

contrast, the Fauna Imperial Sect

of the jungle, they

sectmates who died were not as excellent, and there

stood among them, naturally appearing

their deaths had

the emotion diluted

to journey forward without

the blink of an eye, five days

day, a group of about twenty people appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of the mountain

a tall, red-haired young man

walked to the open space and looked up at the tall

to the towering Pantheon, his figure was as small

his shoulders

and they both saw a look of astonishment in each other’s

thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed on the

puzzled them even more was how Charles seemed to

it was as