By nine o’clock that morning, the five-mile-long parking lot of Dry-Well Highway Service Plaza #1 had been swept so clean by White-Tiger Warlord Hu Ba that you could see your own reflection in the black stone bricks.
Right down the center of the plaza, twenty underground freight elevators rose from the supply tunnels, delivering ten thousand heavy iron carriage frames that had been retired from the old Red-Sand Oasis Scorpion Bus lines, along with mountains of cotton sofa cushions, clear quartz window panes, and freshly forged black-iron harness yokes.
Around the perimeter of the plaza, five hundred thousand newly recruited Rhino-Riders, Wolf-Kin, and human merchants gathered in excited crowds, wondering what miracle Lord Pei Xuan was about to perform next.
Even Ye Guhan had paused his highway slicing two miles south and glided back to the plaza on his flying sword, standing on top of a lamppost with his arms crossed.
“My Lord,” Abacus Su reported, checking his clipboard as the last freight elevator locked into place. “All ten thousand heavy iron carriage frames, one million soft cotton sofa seats, twenty thousand sets of rhino harnesses, and ten thousand Rank 5 Wind-Lightening Arrays are stacked in the synthesis zone! However, My Lord... an adult Iron-Rhino weighs ten tons and is built like a moving boulder. Even on Master Ye’s flat highway, a pair of Iron-Rhinos pulling a heavy iron carriage can normally only trot at thirty miles per hour before their knees get tired.”
