"I always have a kind of ominous premonition," Chen Guanshui said.
"What kind of premonition?" Kunlun Mirror asked curiously.
"The literal kind," Chen Guanshui rubbed his brow, "it's just a simple feeling, as if something bad is waiting for me."
"Have you been indulging too much lately?" Kunlun Mirror scratched its head and said, "After so many years of effort, the long Heaven-Mending campaign is about to succeed."
"Once Heaven-Mending is completed, you'll instantly reap a large amount of merit. What bad things could possibly happen? Even if there were, wouldn't the Heavenly Dao object to it?"
Chen Guanshui thought that sounded reasonable—how could he, being a Heaven-Mending hero, suddenly die at the critical moment? Wouldn't that be a slap in the Heavenly Dao's face?
For someone blessed with great merit, even if he chokes on water, a bolt of Heavenly Thunder will conveniently strike in front of him. The scare might make him cough hard and expel the water from his trachea.
