Yu Ci's judgment of Madam Hua was not based on intuition.
It came solely from observing the actual rise and fall of thoughts at the boundary where his form and spirit met whenever Madam Hua spoke: every time she opened her mouth, the intensity with which his thoughts arose surged sharply upward.
Her words carried no stimulating Dharma power. There were only the occasional startling remarks, yet each time, it was their very meaning that "triggered" his associations, which he then dissected layer by layer until they touched emotions buried deeper within him.
Yu Ci knew what was happening.
"Association" was a water channel, a passageway.
If he had truly been some muddleheaded fool, it would have been one thing. But the problem was that he had come today with a certain thought already in mind. Madam Hua possessed no emotional divine ability, yet the words from her lips were like weightless feathers; disregarding everywhere else, they scratched precisely at Yu Ci's sensitive spots.
In truth, Madam Hua was drawing out the judgment Yu Ci had suppressed deep in his heart, along with the emotions accompanying it. She used his own strength to create a sense of pressure, then turned it back upon herself.
Without realizing it, Yu Ci had been swept up by her emotions, and more than once he had been left speechless.
When his tongue stumbled, the torrent of his thoughts invisibly slammed against the riverbanks, shifting its course slightly. After this happened time and again, it became like the crisscrossing waters of the southern lands, converging into several rivers of considerable scale. The hidden emotions thus became clear intentions.
And most of those intentions were likely what Madam Hua wanted him to seize and understand.
Yu Ci fell silent, but Madam Hua seemed wholly unaware. Her