In the spirit library, the Red Dragon's outspread wings blocked half of a window, preventing the last vestiges of dusk from entering.
It looked up at the boy in patient clothes, its dragon eyes shining like rubies in the darkness.
Ji Minghuan stepped back, staring at it curiously yet cautiously before asking:
"You just said, 'Little Qingping'?"
"That's right..."
The crouching Red Dragon pondered, nodding slightly.
"Does this mean you know Li Qingping? Or perhaps you know him from my memory?" Ji Minghuan rambled on, "No one told me before that Anecdote Fragments could be self-aware, truly an eye-opener today."
"I am 'Red Dragon Wales'... or to be precise, just a remnant of consciousness, dormant for many centuries until Li Qingping found me in the ruins."
The giant dragon lifted its claw, scratching the pages with the tip to be careful not to tear the book.
