"Don't belittle yourself. You have powerful potential. You're an unpolished jade. I see that you're extremely talented. You must be a genius who cultivates the path of a wizard. I have a powerful technique here. Are you willing to learn it?"
When the young man heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he gradually calmed down. He asked, "Father said that there's no such thing as a pie falling from the sky. All the gifts given by fate have been secretly marked with a price. May I ask, Wizard Lord, what price do I have to pay?"
"You're very smart. I admire you very much, but I don't need you to pay any price. Just work hard to cultivate and become stronger!" he said.
The black-feathered figure stretched out his hand. A black feather shot out and shot into the youth's forehead. He fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, the men in black were long gone.
