Yan Zhikong looked at the driver, who had a look of "I don't understand, but I'm deeply shocked," and kindly explained.
"Daoist skill is Dao, mathematics is Dao, physics is also Dao, compassion is Dao too. The way of Dao follows nature with no such restrictions."
"But..."
"Master, your thinking might be a bit shackled. Who said trajectories can't be Dao?"
The driver was deeply shocked, as if he understood a tiny bit about Dao for the first time.
He drove Yan Zhikong all the way to the border of the realm below and was reluctant to part.
Yan Zhikong was easy-going, even advising him not to be too harsh on his children, as long as they remain on the right path, so-called success is just about not having found the right path for themselves yet.
"Farewell, Taoist priest. Once you arrive over there, others will take over. I can't casually cross the border line."
