After running away from the training hall, I fished out the paper slip that the old man had given me from my pocket and began searching for the address written in it.
Finding the address proved more challenging than I thought. No, I was kidding. With my sense of direction, I knew it would be difficult.
As such, I started asking a few passersby for directions.
One of the people I asked for directions was a very familiar-looking young man who appeared to be my age, perhaps a year older, with short silver hair and eyes of a matching dull hue.
His porcelain skin was as immaculate as the finest of jade, and his entire demeanor exuded an air of haughtiness, as if he was some kind of a prince.
At first, it looked as if he was about to ignore me and continue on his way, but when I showed him the paper slip, something clicked in his mind.
He stopped and inspected the address written on the slip with a furrowed brow.
