Sometimes, the person who understood you best wasn’t necessarily yourself, your partner, or even your enemy. It could very well be your craftsman. They knew your ability, matrix, blessings, preferences, style, habits, and even your weaknesses.

For Chosen Ones, all of these should be secrets so confidential that they must never be spoken aloud, not even in one’s sleep. But to a craftsman, they were all laid bare.

It was like a middle-aged man sitting in front of an old doctor’s desk, finally mustering the courage to extend his hand and let the doctor take his pulse. The moment the doctor’s lips curved slightly and he looked up at the old man, the patient understood what that meant.

A patient shouldn’t make the doctor spell out the embarrassing part. Just be a good patient and take whatever the doctor prescribed. What else was the patient supposed to do? Hold up some search results from an app and argue with the doctor? There's a red fake clown nose on the ground. Guess who dropped it?

Tong Hua’s demonized account and Wen Wen’s earlier explanations had only given Ji Jue a rough impression of Tong Shan, a few simple labels to help him understand the man. 

Ji Jue had only truly understood Tong Shan as a person when he took that flag from his hands. He didn’t even need to ask. Running Deus Ex Machina once was enough for him to grasp every detail of Tong Shan’s abilities in depth, including the Burning Star Manifestation that was now fading from...