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

would find that the area within a radius of three meters

had to keep moving all the

place filled with treasures

walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned from surprise to

a huge wealth waiting to be obtained in a competition that was originally thought to be a fierce

have prepared more storage bags if

was a hundred times more annoyed than

the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was a rare opportunity, but even so, his

the first day in the

annoyance, a hint of sadness

were still alive…” Jaime

everyone

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

Jessica’s eyes were red, but she tried hard not to

Fauna Imperial Sect disciples

of the jungle, they

were not as excellent, and

them,

and their deaths had nothing to do

spread of the emotion diluted

journey forward without

the blink of an eye, five

twenty people appeared like ghostly

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

open space and looked up at the

his figure was as small as an

straight, and his shoulders appeared as if they could carry

Liliana glanced at each other, and they both

a

how Charles seemed to know the island like the

landing on the island, it was as if Charles came