Judging from how things had turned out, Heaven’s prior intervention and precautions had really shown some foresight.
As the saying goes:
Heaven sees all.
Li Zhuiyuan’s gaze slid toward the fishpond ahead, and he asked, “The fishpond — can it be expanded?”
The Original: “It seems you’ve made up your mind?”
Li Zhuiyuan: “I used to have a sliver of wishful thinking. But that hope was never that Heaven would be merciful to me or let me off lightly if I behaved myself.”
The Original: “In my eyes, the moment you set foot on the path of pursuing emotions, trying to be a normal ‘person,’ you had already begun to degenerate.”
Li Zhuiyuan: “If I hadn’t insisted on curing myself, decisively cut ties with you, and in the world upheld the bottom line of the Dragon King’s house, do you think… we could still be alive now?”
The Original: “Indeed.”
That was also why the Original had never formally launched a battle of bodily control against Li Zhuiyuan.
The Original understood very clearly: if it took over Li Zhuiyuan’s identity now, what would follow would be a rapid deterioration of his environment.
The Original wasn’t prepared for that.
More precisely, Li Zhuiyuan hadn’t grown to that point yet.
Both “selves” were clever and calm.