Yi Chen's grand plan to mooch off his own spirit beast for a century was declared a miscarriage as soon as it was conceived.
Looking at the little black cat that had just jumped off his shoulder and gnawed the eggshell to nothing, Yi Chen watched for a long while but failed to discern any domineering presence of a heaven and earth spiritual species.
Acting cute, on the other hand, was something it was quite skilled at.
But what good is acting cute?
Send a sealed letter to Abbess Shuiyue, saying I've got a little black cat at my Taoist temple that can do backflips—wanna come and see it?
.....
Just then, the little black cat that had finished nibbling on the eggshell walked over with graceful feline steps. It leaped onto Yi Chen's shoulder, rubbed its little face against his, and a purple light rose from the top of his head. It entered his body with a speed Yi Chen couldn't react to.
"Meow meow ow." (Father)
A voice suddenly rang in the depths of his heart.