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.

the vast space in the Earring of Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about

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

keep moving

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

kept walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually

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

have prepared more storage bags if they knew

hundred times more

was a rare opportunity, but even so, his three

the first day in the

annoyance, a hint of

Edda were still

an instant, everyone also

two-third of their participating disciples failed to

that moment, Jessica’s eyes were red, but she tried hard not to let the

Imperial Sect

followed the rule of the jungle, they believed the

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

among them,

their deaths had nothing to do with

the emotion diluted

continued to journey forward without

an eye, five

noon on that day, a group of about twenty people appeared like ghostly

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

space and looked up at the tall and

towering Pantheon, his figure was

his shoulders appeared

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

thought beforehand that such a majestic building

was how Charles seemed to know the island like the back of his

as if