The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The night wind suddenly became a little cold.

The wind blew on the gravel-covered ground, making a small sound.

For some reason, Caspian felt that there was a faint smell of blood on the way to the mine.

In his mind, the cultivator, who was wrapped in bandages, the families that had disappeared and the higher-ups that had been forgotten by their family members were constantly appearing.

Masters of Heaven’s Edge Sect had said during the lecture that the path of cultivation was a path of plundering.

But in the understanding of Caspian, it was like a forest full of trees.

Every cultivator was one of the trees.

Some trees could grow very tall because they plundered the nutrients of the other trees around them.

The trees that had been deprived of nutrients looked short, just like the cultivators at the bottom.

If his guess was right, what the Setting Sun Gate did this time was not only to plunder the nutrients of other trees. They would even destroy the soil, rain, and sunshine that provided them with nutrients.

This was too much… And vaguely, Caspian felt that the purpose of the Setting Sun Gate might be more than that.

They might have other ideas.

As for the answer, Caspian was looking for it now.

The mine was huge, but there was only one entrance.

Because the staff had long been dismissed, the mine at night became quieter and strange The pitch-black mine entrance was like a giant mouth opened by a giant beast.

The falling moonlight couldn’t shine in.

At first glance, it was as if the huge mouth had swallowed the moonlight.

The entrance to the mine was not far ahead.

But at this time, Caspian saw a figure standing there facing him.

Under the moonlight, the old man’s face looked extremely cold without any unnecessary expression.

Caspian stopped and let out a sigh of relief.

“Mr.

Qin, the gatekeeper…”

Mr.

thin body swayed

blow him

did not underestimate him because

Qin looked weak.

this time proved that the other

are not surprised by my appearance,”

and opened his mouth

took a few steps forward and said with a smile,

“Oh?” Mr.

Qin frowned.

full of wrinkles, his frown did not look

mine to be guarded by an old cultivator who has exhausted all his blood without being checked by the

his head and

are good at

until now, I still don’t know what

can only

“Pigs?” Mr.

Qin’s eyes lit up.

seemed that he quite

they are a group of pigs and a group

mind, there was only

he was facing, he

and he was only suitable for

was timid

if he was entrusted an important task and was given a high position, he would give you a perfect explanation of

Angela Lia looked delicate, her

wanted was not

flawless, but in fact, he was just an embroidered pillow full of straw

take advantage

has a little accident, he will panic and then

Speaking of this, Mr.

correctly, you came here tonight because you saw something wrong

a

good

Mr.

Qin was speechless.

same

were someone else, he would not be allowed

the head Jones Henry? What’s your

said, “Anyway, your conspiracy has

don’t you tell me his weakness so that I can

Realm cultivator like you wants

revealed undisguised