Now it was Zhou Li's turn to be dumbfounded, "ber, what's wrong? Is he really your dad?"
"Hell no!"
Hei Mao bared its teeth and kicked Zhou Li in the face, though its little paw was so soft it didn't hurt at all, "He's my creator! I need to ask him something!"
"Huh?"
Zhou Li blinked, "But you two aren't even the same species, right?"
"He's→not↑my↑dad↑↑↑↑"
Hei Mao was about to have a meltdown, "He's my creator, the Nine Lives Xuan Cat was created by him, so I need to ask him why he made me and what the purpose of my existence is."
"Creation, purpose."
Zhou Li paused for a moment, then pointed at himself and asked, "What do you think was the purpose of the person who created me?"
"For a bit of fun?"
Hei Mao asked hesitantly.
"Exactly."
Zhou Li spread his hands, "Why are you so concerned about purpose? Can't it be that the Fire Master felt the world was missing a cat that can court death yet won't die easily, so he created you?"
"That's just ridiculous."
