A Glimpse of the Wind Spirit Shattering the Storm of Oppression-The High Tower's People: This Time, We Won't Bow!

He had never imagined that his insignificant, unheard persistence could actually bring hope.

"Taking the people's wishes as a beacon..." Gu Yuena murmured. She looked at Tang Wulin beside her, and they saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

Wasn't listening to the people's voices exactly what a ruler needed most?

But this King of the High Tower had blocked his own ears. He had never expected that, on a spiritual level, his people's voices would find a new listener.

The Dragon God's dignified voice rang out in everyone's hearts, carrying a hint of cold judgment. "A foolish reign. If power cannot bring prosperity and reverence, then all that remains is destruction. He has brought his people neither prosperity nor genuine reverence. All he has earned is pretense and hatred."

The Dragon Prince nodded silently. Father God's words were always the truth.

The scene continued.

Encouraged by the Wind Spirit, the boy stood up. He no longer hid in a corner. Clutching his lyre, he stepped into the raging wind.

The Wind Spirit circled him, shielding him within a small area of relative calm.

The boy walked to the plaza at the center of the High Tower. People were still struggling to move through the gale, heads lowered and backs bent, as if an invisible mountain had crushed their spines.

The boy took a deep breath and plucked the strings.

This time, the Wind Spirit's power bolstered him.

For the first time, the clear, sweet lyre music pierced the howling wind. Though faint, it reached the ears of everyone nearby.

What was that sound?

The people struggling to survive raised their heads in confusion.

It had been so, so long since they had heard anything besides the wind.

There was no sorrow or anger in the music, only a