The man's lips slightly curved upwards, as if thinking of something, his gaze tinged with self-mockery.
Yan Wang did not press further, patiently waiting for his response.
After a long while, the eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses darkened slightly: "As I passed by, I was greedy and wanted to take something from the lamp... and as a result, I was warned."
Something inside the lamp?
Yan Wang seemed to realize something, and his heart skipped a beat.
The man raised his hand, half in thought and half indifferent, as if the charred hand wasn't his own but a subject of study: "However... through this experiment, I've realized that the power of the rules is not unchangeable; it only requires paying a price."
Yan Wang gave him a serious look and disagreed slightly: "You call this a small price?"
The man turned around, his gaze under the glasses shining brilliantly: "To successfully retrieve it, this price indeed isn't much."
