Sometimes, a burst of strength, with veins bulging, could only make the willow trees by the river sway. Sometimes, a light word could fall like a thunderbolt.
Seventh Aunt came to find Hu Ma for Sealing. She thought perhaps the time was ripe; it couldn't be felt or known on a normal day. It—Seventh Aunt in her spirit form—had no physical form and couldn't speak. Only when it sensed the time was right would it ask this one question.
Moreover, it sought Hu Ma not because it knew anything specific about him, but simply because, within dozens of miles around this Manor, it was familiar only with Hu Ma, and Hu Ma was a manager.
The last time it asked this question, Hu Ma told it to wait for two months, so it waited for two months.
Now, when it asked again, it was just asking. Perhaps it didn't even internally understand what this represented.
But after Hu Ma gave his answer, it—or rather, she—was taken aback, vaguely realizing that some change seemed to be occurring.
