The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“His sleeves…” Jessica turned to look at Caspian, puzzled.

Then, she found that Caspian was completely unbothered by these murals, and he would stop for a while in front of the paintings before moving to the next one.

However, Caspian did not appear to have found one that satisfied him.

Others would think that Caspian’s requirements were a little too high.

However, since these cultivation methods and martial arts were recorded by Grandmaster Cecil of Heavenly Spirit Realm, he must have approved them.

If the Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator believed that the cultivation methods and martial arts were acceptable, yet Caspian was not captivated, then everyone would feel that Caspian was pretentious.

Most people would naturally feel that way, but Jessica deliberately looked at Caspian’s wide sleeves after being reminded by Handsome.

Not long after, she noticed a clue.

Jessica saw that every time Caspian stopped in front of the mural, a slight glimmer of light was in his sleeves.

It was just that the light was not too bright, and Caspian’s movements were hidden from view, so no one noticed it at all.

“What’s he doing?” Jessica asked Handsome quietly, confused.

“Probably recording.

He’s suffered losses in this area before, so now he’s thinking of taking it all away, so as not to forget it in the future,” Handsome muttered, “This guy tends to scrap the ground and leave nothing behind… He’s surely a natural cultivator.

If he can take away two resources, he will never take just one.

Everyone else is only choosing one or the other, but he wants everything that catches his eyes.”

Jessica could not catch what Handsome muttered at the end of his sentence.

However, when she heard the first half of Handsome’s reply, Jessica’s eyes immediately lit up, and she gasped.

Finally, she understood what went on.

“Memory Inscription…” Jessica mumbled.

correctly, when everyone else was happily studying a certain cultivation technique or martial art, Caspian used Memory Inscription

the limited time, everyone could only

had a strong memory, they could only remember three skills

Caspian thought it thoroughly.

the strength of the long-standing cultivation, and it was simply impractical to rely on the cultivation techniques

not study but recorded them

he could still analyze it slowly

at the others around her and then

suddenly felt

around, and when she was sure no one looked at her, Jessica glanced

“I’m recording.

send you

and satisfaction in

always thought about

pursed her lips and

***

Immortality, and it was

left until the Pantheon closed,

bright moon hung high, and the rustling of the waves could be heard around

as if it heard something, and it flapped its wings,

a palm stretched out

an instant, it exploded into a thick blood

in the shadow of the moonlight, and his eyes flashed with cold killing

Ozul and Liliana, stood quietly, like tombstones standing in the

and further down is the altar

moved slightly, but everyone could

“Let’s go!”

the mountain, and the other twenty- three

night, and even the moonlight that shone on it brought a harshness like a

gradually recovered from

could stand here were the best among the disciples of the various sects, and it was not

silently memorized two, or even three, cultivation techniques