Stepping out of his armored Maybach onto Grand Central Boulevard at dawn, Lin Mo looked up at the eighty-foot Burmese teakwood pagoda of the newly erected Taichu Righteous Martial Total Dojo.
Across the wide six-lane avenue, the gold-leaf gates of the Black-Tiger Martial Alliance gleamed under streetlamps.
Directly opposite those flashy gates, an unbelievable sight greeted the waking city.
Where an empty commercial lot had stood yesterday, a majestic martial fortress now rose toward the morning sky.
Master Lu Shan had kept his word.
Two thousand master craftsmen had worked through the night using prefabricated modular timber.
They fitted ancient mortise-and-tenon joints without a single nail.
An eighty-foot-tall central training pagoda of Burmese teakwood rose in the center.
