The Doll Workshop must have successfully moved to its new location.
As far as Fu Qian was concerned, it was easy to tell that the scene that had frozen in place just now wasn't caused by the teleportation.
That fragile, ancient place now existed in a different form.
Perhaps one closer to its true nature, and therefore more stable.
The foundation for this change was a chaotic creation representing the concept of "self-restraint."
He had to admit, there was something rather Zen about it.
Judging by how the Workshop had endured until now, the Witch's attitude toward the place was clear. She had no intention of interfering too much with its fate.
She hadn't introduced any destabilizing factors, nor had she taken any deliberate steps to maintain it.
The reason she'd acted this time came down to the appearance of the Persuader.
Fate was like a line of dominoes. The suspected corruption of the Workshop by Lord Yarakir had instead helped push it toward a more stable state.
Of course, this also brought a problem: to a certain extent, Lord Yarakir had successfully established a connection with the Guardian Angel through this "Pact Book of Restraint."
No matter how faint the connection or how many restrictions it faced, it still constituted another conceptual channel of intrusion.
"This is more convenient."
The Witch didn't hurry to leave this time. She drew her gaze back from the pool beneath their feet and looked at Fu Qian.
"I think it's more convenient this way, too."
It was an abrupt remark, but Fu Qian understood perfectly.
How could the Witch have failed to anticipate such an obvious hidden danger before dealing with it?
But as she'd said, this way was much more convenient.
The Pact Book of Restraint was right there in her hands.