Sometimes, the person who knows you best isn't yourself, your wife, or even your enemy.
But quite possibly, it's your craftsman.
Abilities, matrix, blessings, preferences, style, habits, and even weaknesses.
All these things, for the Chosen One, are secrets that must never be revealed, not even in a dream. Yet for a craftsman, they are transparent.
It's like a middle-aged man gathering the courage to sit before an old doctor to have his pulse taken. As the doctor's lips slightly turn up at the corners, you should sense some understanding with him.
Don't let unpleasant words be spoken; just obediently take whatever prescriptions he gives you!
Otherwise, what? Are you going to argue with people holding software search results? Here's a red clown nose—guess who dropped it?
The demonic descriptions by Tong Hua and the many descriptions and introductions by Sister Wen can only sketch out an outline, at most putting a few labels on it for understanding.
