The next morning, as the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, pale gold sunlight filtered through the gaps in the roof gaps violently torn open the previous day by the Fire-Scarlet Dragon. The light dappled across Li An's snow-white tiger ears. For once, he wasn't continuing his grand architectural "demolition." Instead, he squatted by the "BBQ pit" he had forcibly excavated. The embers at the bottom still radiated a faint, lingering warmth, and the air held the ghostly scent of charred fat from last night's Red-Crowned Spiritual Crane meat.
Li An poked at the ashes listlessly with a charred wooden stick, his expression gloomy.
"Little Red, do you think he's gone stupid from too much cultivation?" Li An leaned over and whispered to the tiny dragon on his wrist a creature currently curled up like a bracelet and doing its best to play dead. "I've turned his home into an open-air plaza, and he still wants to teach me how to roast meat? Is this even logical?"
