Having mixed in the Binance community for a long time, I gradually lived the 'Binance life'—this is not just trading coins, but a journey of cultivation. We are all like disciples of some mysterious sect, with the candlestick chart as our cultivation manual, and our positions reflecting our skill level. Everyone dreams of 'rebirth' through a bullish market, ascending to immortality.

To this end, the sect has launched the 'Together in the Same Boat' initiative, symbolizing weathering storms together and climbing to the peak of wealth. Holding all my possessions, I felt that my 'cultivation journey' was about to see dawn. Even my pet 'Hakimi' seemed to sense this aura of immortality, rubbing against my leg and meowing, as if to wish me success.

However, the ways of heaven are unpredictable; the market took a sudden downturn, and my dream of ascension instantly turned into a scene of tribulation, nearly leading to my annihilation. In sheer desperation, I had no choice but to knock on the window of 'Customer Service Xiao He'.

'Friend, what troubles you?' Xiao He’s avatar shimmered with a peaceful glow.

With tears streaming down my face, I recounted my experiences, from grand ambitions to the shattering of my resolve. Xiao He was silent for a long time, then sent a message containing supreme wisdom:

'Friend, I see you have no connection to the Dao, your foundation has been severed. Alas, the sect will send you on your final journey.'

Moments later, a small compensation, infused with the warmth of human life, appeared in my account.

'What is this...' I asked, puzzled.

'Go,' Xiao He’s voice was ethereal and detached, 'Turn left downstairs and order a bowl of 'Binance Pork Trotter Rice', eat it while it’s hot. This is the ultimate destination and reward of your cultivation this time.'

I suddenly understood. All the breathtaking moments, all the legendary tales of cultivation, ultimately converge in this steaming bowl of rich yet not greasy Binance Pork Trotter Rice.