Phew—
"It's been ages since I had a bath this long. That felt great!"
Lan Qingyou lounged in the office with a popsicle in one hand and her other arm draped over the back of the sofa, grinning.
The moment she entered the office, she noticed everything inside.
The decor, the desk chairs, the bookcases—none of it had changed.
Even the desk lamp and the clock on the wall looked exactly as they had when Lan Qingyou left.
Of course,
there was no doubt
that all of it had been replaced.
After all, even with the Construction Brothers reinforcing them,
physical things like tables and chairs still had a limited lifespan.
Clearly, each piece had been remade to match the original.
Lan Qingyou had no idea how many times they had been replaced over the past thousand years.
But Xiao Feng must have put a lot of effort into it.
"It really hasn't changed at all. Is the workshop the same?"
Lan Qingyou asked Xiao Feng, who sat across from her and had just finished arranging the reception for the "guests" arriving from Storm Island.
"Everything in the castle is still the way it was when you used it, Teacher,"
Xiao Feng replied.
After taking the Witch Potion at eighteen and later discovering that she no longer aged,
Xiao Feng had realized that her teacher probably wouldn't age either.
And not aging meant a long life.
She didn't know how long witches lived.
But she knew one thing: as long as her teacher was alive,
she would still look the way Xiao Feng remembered.
If that was the case,
then the things her teacher had used—
especially a place like the Hot Spring Castle, a home where her teacher had built the Alchemy Workshop with her own hands—
should remain