Dust rose from the brittle pages of the ancient leather tome as Ye Chen turned another leaf beneath the flickering oil lamp.
For seven straight hours, while Fatty Han snored in the corner of the ruined pavilion, Ye Chen sat cross legged, using his system to rapidly scan and catalog thousands of forgotten sect ordinances, tax codes, and sanitation edicts dating back three hundred years to the founding patriarchs.
[Data Analysis: 1,420 Edicts Scanned. Cross-Referencing Law Enforcement Authority against Sovereign Mandates.]
A sharp chime echoed in his mind, highlighting a section of faded calligraphy written in dark iron ink.
[Match Found: Ancient Sanitation Ordinance 88, Clause 12.]
Ye Chen’s eyes scanned the yellowed parchment, a slow smile touching his lips.
According to the founding
