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Checking that the old woman had left, the twelfth wise woman entered the tower.

"Damn idiot parents who leave on the exact day when the curse was supposed to happen."

She checked the hand of the young prince. Under his robe-covered hand, there was a metal glove.

Nothing had pricked him and he had not gotten hurt.

His consciousness was only stolen to fool the old woman.

This twelfth wise woman was actually Snow White. After her fight with the Grand Vizer, who was actually a strong cultivator, she went into hiding for a number of years.

She still hadn't regained all her power.

"I guess I'll send you to some random place for the rest of the day. Just in case."

Snow White prepared the teleportation ritual.

An enormous amount of qi entered the talisman, and it finally erupted, sending the prince across the fabrics of space and time.

Snow White took a deep breath. The ritual was tiring, and she wanted to just go to bed and sleep.

She started to walk out the tower.

However, after a single step, she stopped.

In front of her was the old woman. The strongest cultivator in the kingdom.

"Where did you send the prince?"

Snow White would obviously not tell her, so she asked a question of her own, "Why do you want to kill him so badly? Also, why did you use such a roundabout way of killing someone?"

The old woman sighed, "Fate is an odd thing. Now, where is the prince."

"I'm sorry, I don't know myself."

Those were Snow White's last words. The old woman had tore her heart out.

As the old woman killed Snow White, she used her almighty cultivation to search the entire world for the prince.

However, the prince had entirely disappeared.