In fact, You Ziwo could still have caused some damage at this time, but he had no such intention.
At this moment, he neither spoke nor moved. He gathered in his awareness and simply became an observer, sensing the marvels of the seven emotions within the void and watching their incredible transformations upon the emotional level.
From what You Ziwo knew, the choice of furnace for a wondrous creation like the "Seven Emotions Demonic Pill" was highly particular. Naturally, it could not be a conventional object for burning fires. What it required was a vessel of form and spirit that likewise contained the seven emotions and six desires—namely, a living person.
Nor could it simply seize any random person for use. It required a special existence in whom "the seven emotions arose yet did not stir, ten thousand thoughts emerged yet could scarcely flourish." Either an absolutely rational and emotionless person, or a heart sunk into the gray gloom where no sorrow surpassed a dead heart. Of the two, the former was better.
Only in this way could interference with the transformations of the seven emotions be minimized, producing a pill of the highest quality.
According to the range of perception he had marked out earlier, among those people...
Before long, You Ziwo had locked onto his target. What he relied on was not perception, but the art of reading faces.
Qiu Pei suddenly felt her heart pound with alarm. She had only experienced such a feeling a few times in her life.
She subconsciously brushed lightly over her temples, using the motion to activate the detection artifact disguised as a hair ornament. Yet this thing, which supposedly could detect "the source of approaching murderous intent and evil thoughts," gave no response whatsoever. She looked around, even stealing a glance