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 issues, and he

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

keep moving all the

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

everyone’s expression gradually turned from surprise

be obtained in a competition that was originally thought to

storage

hundred times

to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but

was only the first day in the

annoyance, a hint of sadness surged

Edda were still alive…”

everyone also felt somewhat

two-third of

were red, but she

the Fauna Imperial Sect disciples were much more

the jungle, they believed

died were not as excellent, and there were no

stood among them, naturally

them, and their deaths had nothing

of the emotion

journey forward without

blink of an eye, five days

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

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

walked to the open space and looked up at the

Pantheon, his figure was as

stood straight, and his shoulders appeared

each other, and they both saw a look of astonishment in

never thought beforehand that such a majestic building

to know the island like the back

was as if Charles came