"Master Shifanlin, I entrust the resolution of that Ancient Green Dragon to you." The Red Dragon Cynthia said with great respect, looking at the legendary figure before her, which stood five meters tall, with a human upper body, snake-like lower body, and eagle wings.
"Sure, but after we win this war, I want half of the Ancient Green Dragon's treasures." Shifanlin looked at the gang of dragons before him and stated his demand.
"That may be a problem." A dragon immediately voiced an objection. The highest-ranking dragon within a Green Dragon Tribe inevitably possessed the most wealth, and now Shifanlin had demanded half of that wealth, making it difficult for the multi-colored dragons to swallow.
"Without even starting the fight, how can you demand so much?" Another dragon echoed, and as their voice sounded, many dragons nodded in agreement.
