The first day of every month was always an important day for the scholars of the Saint Origin Continent, because the monthly Sacred Way was published today.
Those of the Human Race who were Hanlin Academicians or held higher Literary Ranks could obtain the newest and most timely information through the Sacred Academy or literary friends. But for the billions of ordinary people, Sacred Way and Literary Gazette were their only means of learning of the Human Race's latest developments.
Although Sacred Way was not expensive, many people still could not bear to buy it. They would only choose to purchase it after confirming that it contained articles of particular value or suited their interests.
Outside the Academy in the capital of Qing Kingdom, the sun had only just risen and the morning light still carried a faint chill, yet the place was already boiling over. Tens of thousands of people stood in dozens of lines, waiting for Sacred Way and Literary Gazette.
In one of the lines, a young Provincial Graduate loudly complained, "Over the past year, Sacred Way has turned into Poetry Way. Almost every month, there's a huge pile of Fang Yun's poems and lyrics. I'm sick of reading them."
"Exactly. Sacred Way barely has any space for poetry to begin with. The more he gets published, the less room there is for everyone else. Those people at the Editorial Review Institute even love finding people to provide detailed appreciations of his poems, sometimes attaching the stories behind them. He takes up far more space than anyone else!"
"This past year, because of Fang Yun, at least ten of our Qing Kingdom's poetry and prose works have been suppressed by the Sacred Way Editorial Review Institute."
"From now on, Sacred Way should allocate space for poetry and