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

attention to Caspian, they would find that the area within a

keep moving all

if the place

they kept walking forward, everyone’s expression

be obtained in

have prepared more storage bags

was a hundred times more

Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three storage bags

was only the first

surprise and annoyance, a

were still

instant, everyone also felt

Sect had the biggest loss, two-third of their participating disciples

moment, Jessica’s eyes were red, but she tried hard

Imperial Sect disciples were much

jungle, they believed the

sectmates who died were not as excellent, and there were no

them,

their deaths had nothing to do with

of the emotion diluted everyone’s

journey forward without

an

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

red-haired young

and looked up at the tall

towering Pantheon, his figure was as small as

shoulders appeared as

at each other, and they both saw

beforehand that such a majestic building existed on the

seemed to know the island like

it was as if Charles came to his back