The sounds of birds and waves echoed through the empty island, and through the lush and dense foliage of Kunlun island laid the Fangshi Guild’s science complex, and just a ways away from said complex, laid a small separate refuge for the guild’s leader. The legendary Lear himself, sat humbly with his legs crossed in the center of the small bamboo hut. A data pad in his hands, his eyes a little dry from pouring over a few reports given to him by Guiguzi on the statues of getting the kingdoms to cooperate. Especially with Jietong’s war mongering. “Hmm… it seems Xia is warming up to us. Although I hope Shang could hold out for a few more weeks, until our supplies arrive. Should I ask Ji for his council? Or maybe Yin? Hmm… decisions decisions…” Lear mumbled to himself, a bad habit he had, constantly talking to the thin air as if there was a person before him.