In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,After coming and going, all the senior masters looked at his master with displeasure, even wanting to take his master's position as a senior master.,Lin Ling shouted, in his memory, Youyou was another disciple of his master. In the past, Youyou had always been kind to him.。