Su Ming'an quickly realized who the young man was: "Hui..."
The future leader of the Hand of Destiny, Hui Mo.
"Shh." The blond young man shook his head, "Have you forgotten? Please do not recite my name, or 'they' will find out."
"'They'?" Su Ming'an asked.
"Unspeakable, indescribable... just a group of such people. You once said that once we mention 'them,' we will be discovered," Hui Mo said. "And the Hand of Destiny is the weapon meant to kill 'them.'"
... What kind of riddles are you speaking in?
Su Ming'an didn't understand the meaning.
...
[Facing Hui Mo's riddles, you want to say——]
[A. "The 'they' you mentioned, could they be the followers or believers of the Supreme Lord?"]
[B. "Describing them makes you detectable by them? Are they some angel or demigod?"]
[C. "What did you do in the Fourth Epoch, and why can't you be found anywhere?"]
[D. "Call me daddy."]
...
Su Ming'an hesitated for half a second, suppressing the urge to choose D, and went with A.
