Sure enough, the crying child gets the candy. That's a truth as old as time.
Watching the Heavenly Tribulation over Jocelyn's head intensify, a slight smile touched Celeste Grant's lips.
'Good. Now things feel fair.'
'I knew it. The Heavenly Dao of this world is a living entity. It's probably because I helped it patch up its rules last time. I'm practically an old friend to the Heavenly Dao, so it took my suggestion.'
'So what if you're the heroine, Jocelyn Grant? So what if the World's Will is on your side? Even the Heavenly Dao won't back you up.'
At this thought, Celeste Grant cheered up.
She quickly added, "You live up to your name, Lord of Providence! You're incredible! You rock! I'm ready to accept any of your trials. Your venerable self is the epitome of fairness and justice. Honestly, if you'd let me, I'd kowtow to you and call you Dad."
The moment she finished speaking, a single word appeared in the sky: 'Scram'.
