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.

in the Earring of Echo, Caspian did not need to worry about storage issues, and he

would find that the area within

keep moving all

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

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

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

have prepared more storage bags

hundred times more annoyed than

that the trip to Thousands Spirits Island was

was only the first

and annoyance, a hint

and Edda were still alive…” Jaime

an instant, everyone also felt

two-third of their participating

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

Fauna Imperial Sect disciples were much

of the jungle, they believed the weak deserved to

died were not as excellent, and

among them,

and their deaths had

of the

they continued to journey forward without saying

an eye, five

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

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

the open space and looked up at the tall and

the towering Pantheon, his figure was as small

and his shoulders appeared

they both saw a look of astonishment in each

beforehand that such a majestic building existed on

seemed to know

island, it was as if Charles came to