Perfect Supreme

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.,"But others who cross over aren't noble princes or world-renowned heroes, so why am I just a blind man!",The door was pushed open, and a young boy of about fourteen ran in, looking rather disheveled with messy hair, obscuring his features.。