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!,Lin Ling was just an ordinary person. Like his deceased childhood friends, he had no connections, no potential, and no real strength.。