Celeste Grant's gaze swept over Jocelyn Grant. She could feel that Jocelyn's protagonist halo, along with her Power of Fortune, was nearly depleted.
If she had to put a number on it, it had probably dropped from one hundred percent down to about ten.
She could sense The World's Will surrounding Jocelyn had weakened.
'The World's Will here isn't the Heavenly Dao, but the will of the story itself.'
But even though her Power of Fortune was almost gone, a tiny bit could still play a huge role at a critical moment. Just like this time, when she had managed to obtain a Spiritual Medicine like the Earth Heart Flower, a treasure nurtured by heaven and earth.
Therefore, it was imperative to continue suppressing her and whittling away her fortune.
She already had an idea of what to do next.
