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.,Of course, being mentally deranged is one thing, but the problem is that his master was an elder of Yaofeng, and Yaofeng is a place where spiritual herbs are cultivated. A madman in charge of thousands of spiritual herbs naturally attracts envy and discontent from many people!,"This feeling of being watched is so unsettling. The child I saved in my past life, he must be watching over me. I'm surely here because of his blessing, so I can't disappoint him, I have to live!"。