"Really, are they all like Pingyang?"
"Yes and no." Liang Qu's mind raced, speaking fluently, "Each sacred statue, depending on its location, has a different form. For example, Yixing, closest to the east and adjoining the East Sea, naturally gazes steadily outwards. In the far west, where the folk are fiercely spirited, the statue stands poised with a horizontal blade, ready for action. In the central areas like Anlan, situated in the Central Plains, it stands holding the seal of authority!"
"All different?"
"All different."
The Holy Emperor's eyes flickered.
Liang Qu had sensed the hint, striking while the iron was hot, fanning the flames, "Your Majesty tours the realm, yet only visits the Imperial Capital once every several dozen years, now that you've come, wouldn't it be a pity to miss this?"
The Holy Emperor sighed, "Thirteen territories, one event every three days, that would take a whole month..."
