Little by little, the aura he was releasing changed and went from a cultivator aura to one where not even a single speck of his different energy were leaked to the world. From an external point of view, the current Fell looked like any other mortal from the city.
Albeit, his gazed seemed slightly sharper, giving anyone who laid an eye on him that he had something strange and mystical in his gaze. A mysterious charm that would only appear on the face of someone who knew what he was doing.
The young cultivator spends the next hour looking at that particular spot on the wall. With each minute that passed, a small change would occur on his facial expression, and his gaze would turn milder.