Smoke rose from Jocelyn Grant's head where she'd been struck, and her face was black with soot.
COUGH...
She coughed up a puff of black smoke, her body still convulsing.
'I was struck by lightning!'
In that moment, Jocelyn Grant began to question her very existence. She looked up at the sky, then back at Celeste Grant.
Her hand trembled as she pointed at Celeste.
"You... you..."
"This... is impossible."
'Is Celeste Grant some kind of jinx? Or was she simply born to be my undoing? That must be it. She's my nemesis.'
'Even the Heavenly Dao can't just go around striking people for no reason, can it?!'
Jocelyn Grant never imagined she'd be struck by lightning for just saying a couple of sentences. She had never heard of anything so outrageous. 'Is the Heavenly Dao this idle these days?' She hadn't sworn any heavenly oath, so why was it watching her?
