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.

need to worry about storage issues, and he could take anything that caught his

that the area within a radius of three meters

keep moving all the

place filled with treasures was cleared

expression gradually turned from

such a huge wealth waiting to be obtained

have prepared more storage bags if

was a hundred times more annoyed

that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three storage bags were already

it was only the

annoyance, a hint of sadness

Ronald and Edda were still

everyone

loss, two-third of their participating disciples

she tried hard not to

Sect

jungle, they believed

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

them,

know them, and their deaths had

the emotion

they continued to journey forward without saying

the blink of an

like ghostly figures at

with the cautiousness of these people, a tall, red-haired young man

walked to the open space and looked up at the tall and

to the towering Pantheon, his figure was as small

his shoulders appeared as if they

and Liliana glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of astonishment

thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed on the

how Charles seemed to know the island like the

island, it was as if Charles came to