"They lacked workers for harvesting the herbs." Ayana nodded her head. The witch's lives seemed over the nine clouds. They can control the time as they like. They could use magic to fasten the mature process of rare magic plants. That way, they can harvest them whenever they want. They would never lack any ingredients to make potions. Everything about this place amazed her.
"With that kind of magic, they will not get older. Even after hundreds of years, they will still look like a kid," Ayana commented.
"You are right," the man smiled.
"No wonder they look so young. The normal witches I met on Zone B can only maintain their appearance at the 20-year-old woman at max," Ayana murmured, as her eyes glued on the tower that started to fade from the window.
