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

find that the area within a radius of three

keep moving

if the place filled

walking forward, everyone’s expression gradually turned from

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

times more

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

the first day

the surprise and annoyance, a hint of

Edda were

instant, everyone also

loss, two-third of

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

the Fauna Imperial Sect disciples were

sect followed the rule of the jungle, they believed the

were not as excellent, and there

among them, naturally

know them, and their

spread of the emotion

journey forward without saying

blink of an eye, five

twenty people appeared like ghostly figures at the foot of the

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

walked to the open space and looked up

towering Pantheon, his figure

he stood straight, and his shoulders appeared as if they

they both saw a look of astonishment in each

thought beforehand that such a majestic building existed on

even more was how Charles seemed to know the island like the

landing on the island, it was as if Charles came to his