There are small and big ones, some with bamboo hats, some without it, some in fighting stances, some draped over divans or altars. Some are playing instruments, dancing, carrying a basket of fruits or doing house chores.
Only one thing do they have in common: they are sculpted with the utmost care, their details exquisite.
Lai Wen knows this and that about art, but when faced with these statues the more he looks at them, the more he starts to feel how an unmistakable air lingers in the room.
As if he could breathe in the devotion, would let reverence run up his veins and sincerity fill his lungs.
Tour Guide Guy leads them to a statue in the middle.
"Red Supreme carved all these statues of his beloved with his own hands through the ages."
"Wait, these were crafted by him? All of it?"
"That's what the legends say."
Lai Wen inspects the statue before him.
The model has a gentle expression, his face handsome and delicate. He wears fine robes and jewellery, seems to be someone of noble descent.
"The Crown Prince of Xianle" reads the plaquette.
Wait a minute… standing like this, side to side…
Lai Wen blinks for a moment. Looks at the Tour Guy, looks at the statue. Then back at the Tour Guy. There's only one logical explanation—
—this guy must be an avid cosplayer of the Crown Prince!!! Oh man, a LARP-er, no wonder he's so head over heels for this whole exhibition. What if he chose this profession just because of this???
"This statue was the first one our curator decided to display… "
"Wait, this is the Beloved?" Someone interjected.
Tour Guy nods, "Of course. All of them."
"But didn't you say he was a daoist who ascended and became a god?"
"Well," Tour Guy offers a smile, "he did, but before that, he used to be a prince of some sort."
"Just what didn't this Beloved do?!"
"Oh, hahahaha. It's a long story, I'm afraid you'll be bored by the end of it…"
Suddenly, someone interrupts him.
"... mo-more unique statues to see."
Another tour guide's voice seeps in, from a ring of another tourist group, in front of a display box where there seems to be a pair of statues. His voice is trembling and overly loud, must be a newbie.
"Oh, we caught up to another group," Tour Guy says.
Anxious Guy continues:
"These unique pair statues: The Red Supreme and his beloved, the Scrap Collecting Immortal."
"It's already the third round, gege is being insatiable," Hua Cheng says, but he readily accepts whatever Xie Lian wishes to do to him. "Or is it that you can't get enough?"
It's not Xie Lian who answers his teasing, but a metallic 'clang'.
Sparks fly when blade meets blade, reflecting in his dark eyes, half-lidded with concentration and something that always lurks inside him when facing Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng strides forward with his scimitar—it's different from Eming, who tends to get either overly excited or balky with Xie Lian around, thus, it gets
banned from the armory whenever the pair indulge themselves in sparring.
Book 4, Wuming POV + bonus #hualian (#wulian) 800 years later
The stomped-over petals of the white flower were scattered across the floor. A miserable beauty thoroughly trampled—It reminded Wuming of his god.
Wuming just stared, a horrified expression hidden behind his mask as his beloved, pierced himself through with the same damned black sword that caused him so much suffering already, jumping down to land flat on the cold Lang'er Bay ground.
He admittedly hated the way His Highness resulted to do this, but he had a hunch why he's still trying so hard.
After all, he said what he said: His Highness will forever be His Highness.
Besides, Wuming understood it like no one else what it meant to feel one person enough.
"A-And this is the newest piece of our collection," The plain-faced tour guy says, nervously correcting his glasses, "What at first appears to be a pair of regular stone statues..."
"... But it has been discovered that if the light falls on them from a different angle… "
He pushes a few buttons on the console that he clutches in his sweaty palms.
A blinding flash of light and a few of the visitors gasp.
Within the glass box, the statue of the Scrap Collecting Immortal shines brilliantly.
The round room was the largest one so far, full of hanged paintings, both modern and ancient, decorating the walls.
In the middle there's a huge banner: [Love Through The Ages: Origin Myths of The Red String of Fate]
While Tour Guide Guy waits for the whole group to gather around the first scroll that seemed to be the oldest one, Lai Wen took his time to look around: many paintings featured characters connected by the titular red string of fate.