The 7 Ancestral dragons were enjoying the city the True Lord had created. It was clear he had deep experience with handling multiple powers at once in a single city.
The pure Qi and comfortable enclaves made it a reminder of how the world used to be. They also hoped it was how it would be again.
A little over a year had passed since he left them, very little time for Immortals but enough for the younger dragons to be riled up. They were butting heads and some conflicts had arisen but the True Lord had foreseen such issues.
Several arenas had been created for their race to fully use their gifts to their full extent and battles had become common but the Ancestors smirked as the weavings prevented any deaths.
Some dragons tried to have unofficial fights but even more weavings acted to stop even that unless a dragon was truly attacked. Defense of one's life was the only way to kill inside the city but even they were unsure how the criteria was determined.
