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.

of Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about storage issues, and he could take anything that

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

Caspian had to keep

if the place filled with treasures was cleared every time he

walking forward, everyone’s expression

be obtained in a competition

more storage bags

hundred times more annoyed than

that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was

it was only the first

surprise and annoyance, a hint of

were

everyone also felt

Moon Sect had the biggest loss, two-third of their

she tried hard not to let

Imperial Sect disciples

sect followed the rule of the jungle, they

who died were not as excellent, and there were

them,

not know them, and their deaths

of the emotion diluted

journey forward without saying

blink of an

appeared like ghostly figures

the cautiousness of these people, a tall, red-haired young man with an arrogant face strode out

the open space and looked up at the tall

his figure was as small

he stood straight, and his shoulders appeared as if

at each other, and they both saw

that such a majestic building existed on the

them even more was how Charles seemed to know the

the island, it was as if Charles came to his