At the New Spring Literary Gathering, Ao Huang proudly recited a fine poem he had obtained from Fang Yun.
"Amid the crackle of firecrackers, one year passed away; the spring breeze brought warmth into the Tusu wine. In the brilliant sun, thousands upon thousands of homes replaced old peachwood charms with new ones! Everyone, what do you think..."
Ao Huang proudly lifted his head, feeling incomparably delighted. He had been preparing to reveal that it was Fang Yun's work after everyone had praised him, but before he could finish, a booming voice descended from the sky.
"Jia Kingdom's Lei Family has violated the Three Rites and defied human ethics..."
Everyone's attention was drawn to the voice pronouncing guilt under the Three Rites. Under the power of the Sacred Way, no one had the mind to ponder a poem, no matter how extraordinary Ao Huang's status was.
Once the Ritual Hall's sacred voice had finished, the New Spring Literary Gathering first fell silent, then the crowd erupted in cheers!
"Good! This is what the Ritual Hall should be!"
"I was furious when I learned of that matter. The mighty Lei Family actually cast etiquette aside—they are practically unworthy of the Human Race. The Ritual Hall did well!"
"This is the Sacred Academy of the Human Race! Not the Dragon... cough, cough..." That Metropolitan Graduate had nearly said it was not the Sacred Academy of the Dragon Race. He stole a glance at Ao Huang, then hurriedly lowered his head.
Ao Huang had originally been brimming with pride, but after the Ritual Hall's sacred voice was delivered, he found that no one was praising him. He nearly exploded from anger.
Ao Huang stared at that Metropolitan Graduate and secretly swore, *Fine, you dared speak ill of our Dragon Race? I'll remember you!