——Master, I can finally talk to you!
The voice was tender, like a little girl's voice... The cushion's softness hadn't changed, but a rich life force could be felt.
Luo Qiu even saw the brilliance of a soul—though at best, it was only at the level of a Pseudo-Soul.
He found it quite amusing and reached out to pinch other parts of the cushion, discovering that its mouth let out giggles... When the cushion suddenly emitted an ambiguous moan, Luo Qiu immediately withdrew his hand.
"Why does it call me master?" Luo Qiu looked at Nan Xiao Nan again, "Since you created it, logically, you should be the master."
"That's usually the case," Nan Xiao Nan nodded, "But for such a Star Creation Creature, if it develops a deep bond with its owner before being given life, that bond won't disappear even after the creation. Though I am its creator, it considers you its master, and there's nothing I can do about it."
There is indeed a way... but probably not useful to him, right?
