The Pure Wind House was in the middle of the city while the Mage Association situated south of the city. Having a general idea of the direction, Nian Bing strolled by and visited the city along the way. At this moment, the sky had gradually darkened, and he arrived as night fell.
Since he couldn’t use magic, his speed was not much different from an ordinary person; it took him one hour by foot. He could see a tall building not far away; it was some kind of building with a spire-like structure. The building was taller than the Grand Pavilion, and it seemed very unusual near the roof since there was a pointed object facing toward the main street in the shape of a humongous golden hexagram. It was no question that this was what he wanted to find. With anticipation, Nian Bing accelerated his pace toward the Mage Association.