"You still don't get it?" Celeste Grant's expression turned cold. "Jocelyn Grant, don't you claim to be gentle and kind? Didn't you feel any guilt when you stole someone else's body?"
Jocelyn Grant's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained impassive as she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Seeing her refusal to admit it, Celeste Grant sneered. "I wasn't planning on dealing with you so soon, but you just had to push your luck. Jocelyn Grant, the body you're using right now belongs to the younger sister of Elder Sawyer from our Bloodfiend Den's Hall of Enforcement. And you dared to possess her body when her Primordial Spirit was weak."
Jocelyn Grant was shocked to hear this.
'What?'
'Celeste Grant actually knows the person whose body I'm using?'
'That's not right. This body's Primordial Spirit already dissipated. I watched it happen with my own eyes. So how on earth does Celeste Grant know all this?'
