On stage.
Baiyu picked up the microphone.
Off stage.
Many familiar and unfamiliar people felt complex emotions at that moment.
"I have a dream!"
At this moment.
Baiyu spoke.
The four deans heard this opening and sensed something was amiss.
"I dream of a world without war, where we can walk openly on the earth without fearing sudden monsters robbing us of our lives!"
"I have a dream."
"I hope one day we can freely swim in the sea of knowledge without fearing distortions, pollution, or evil whispers."
"I hope those secret cults cease to cause harm, and no one receives the mourning that a loved one has died on the battlefield."
"I hope everyone can live peacefully without having to believe in what shouldn't be believed, without bleeding because of differences in faith."
Fang Zhengzhong's harmonious voice dispersed across the venue through the amplified microphone.
Soon.
Many people were captivated by Baiyu's words, and some felt as if they were spoken directly to them.
