"The Great Dao has fifty paths, but Heaven's calculations reveal forty-nine..."
"Master, I don't understand," said the young novice, sitting cross-legged on a blue stone.
"It means that nothing can be perfect. There's always some regret. Nothing is absolute, and there's always a glimmer of hope..."
"Master, is that why you often stare at Master's Wife's chest and sigh...?"
The young master nodded. "Clever boy... No, wait! What are you talking about?!"
Many years later, Xu Daoyi, who had been inexplicably tricked into leaving the mountain, gazed at the chest of the sleeping girl beside him and fell into deep thought.
"So that's what Master meant back then..."
"But Master's Wife's chest wasn't exactly small..."
"Master... when will I ever find you..."
