Vision on the blade of grass

It was only noon, and the sun was up, but the stifling silence and gravity of the information Yang Qing had shared created a somber gloomy atmosphere. 

The rustling of the grass by the warm breeze, and the gentle flowing river all seemed to combine to form a melody for a funeral dirge.

After a long overdrawn silence, King Zhou Luan finally spoke,

"Thank you Branch Chief Yang Qing for the warning. It seems we have a lot of things to consider, and those four organizations?"

"What happens next is ultimately up to them. I did advise them to vacate the area sooner rather than later whilst they still have time.

The Order will not be intervening past that. Whatever happens...is ultimately up to them. You're not planning to evacuate them are you?" asked Yang Qing.

"I did entertain the thought but it's likely to lead to a misunderstanding, especially if they get swarmed while we are evacuating them.