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.,The door was pushed open, and a young boy of about fourteen ran in, looking rather disheveled with messy hair, obscuring his features.。