Somewhere in the mountains on Earth.
The Fire Dragon, Long Lie had disappeared and its whereabouts were unknown.
The only ones left in place were White Dragon and Purple Dragon.
"We've appeased that guy, for now. On principle, at least he has agreed with our decision to maintain the order — to assign ranks and limit the amount of magical energy consumption in order to prevent disorderly conflict," the White Dragon said, slightly pleased with itself.
"That's good." Purple Dragon was satisfied with the outcome of the negotiation. "As for the matter of hierarchy, well, that doesn't matter. After all, we can live for countless lifetimes; the mortals live only decades, so there's no need for us to fuss over that. We can't be bothered with their offerings either as even the slightest things that we produce are valuable resources."