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.,At this moment, a voice of urgency came: "Brother Ling, it's not good, Elder Xin Hai and they have come to the door!",Yoyo clung to Lin Ling, speaking in a worried and fearful tone.。