''Uh?!" Reacted an Ol'Moha that just noticed the lack of reaction from the strange, recognizable yet unrecognizable, youth sitting on the chair facing him.
Moha frowned slightly and muttered jokingly. "What's going on, lil Fell?" once again, his questions were left without answers.
The owner of Pig's Paw sat in front of the young cultivator for a few minutes, a heavy silence surrounded the table where the pair were sitting. From time to time, he waved his hand dozens of centimeters away from Fell but stopped after seeing that the young man wasn't reacting at all.
