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.

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

to keep moving

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

forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned

that there would be such a huge wealth waiting to be

would have prepared more storage

hundred times more annoyed

Island was

it was only the first day in

a hint of

and Edda were still

an instant, everyone

had the biggest loss, two-third of their participating disciples failed to enter

eyes were red, but she tried hard not to

Sect

of the jungle, they believed the weak

who died were not as excellent, and there were no

stood among them, naturally appearing

their deaths had nothing to do with

of the emotion

they continued to journey forward

the blink of an eye, five

group of about twenty people appeared like

red-haired young man with an arrogant face strode out without a

and looked up at

towering Pantheon, his figure

and his shoulders appeared as if they could

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

such a majestic

even more was how Charles seemed to know the island

island, it was as if Charles