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.,Looking back now, Lin Ling knew that it wasn't a disappearance. It was because he had no backing, and was secretly killed!。