The small room didn't contain the same atmosphere imprisoned inside the barracks, as he could feel that he had spent more time in this dilapidated mansion. Only his past consciousness knew how many times he had gazed at the cloudy sky from this beautiful spot.
Ol'Moha sensed the strange mood Fell was currently in ever since they entered the dilapidated mansion, he decided to leave the young cultivator some time to spend alone as he could feel that this place had produced a reaction.
"Any plans for tonight?" he asked as his steps slowly slid toward the broken door.
He didn't hear any response, and only sighed before disappearing from the corridor connected to the small room. Fell could feel that Moha had made his way near the passage, but didn't turn around as the ambiance of the lone room fully absorbed him.
