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.,Thus, as one of the master's only two disciples, the original owner was also implicated. This time, he was beaten to death, which made Lin Ling benefit.,The door was pushed open, and a young boy of about fourteen ran in, looking rather disheveled with messy hair, obscuring his features.。