The starry silver ruler cut through the morning air with a deafening whistle, the condensed edge of spatial Qi stopping mere inches above Ye Chen’s skull.
Ye Chen did not raise his arms to block the lethal blow, nor did he flinch as the cold wind of the blade parted his soot-stained hair.
"Sect Law Article 88, Subsection 4!" Ye Chen shouted, his voice ringing across the cobblestones of Ironwood Street so loudly that the merchants three blocks down froze in their tracks. "Any officer of the Law Enforcement Pavilion who intentionally damages, detonates, or tampers with volatile medicinal waste prior to its formal neutralization at the designated dumping perimeter shall be stripped of their administrative rank and summoned directly before the Grand Elder Council on charges of spiritual sabo
