In a quiet palace, Laozi was wearing a dark cloak, his face was calm, but his eyes flashed with determination. He stood in front of the palace gate, staring quietly ahead, as if thinking about the future. A majestic blue bull was waiting beside him, with a quiet and determined look in his eyes. Laozi gently stepped on the back of the blue bull and slowly left the palace step by step. Behind him was the prosperity and power of the palace, and in front of him was an unknown road and the pursuit of the soul. The surrounding palace attendants watched Laozi leave, perhaps with some regret in their hearts, but more of admiration and blessings for his pursuit of the true meaning of his heart.--ar 9:16