Alex kept up his steady pace, running and running. Of course, he attracted some attention, but it was nothing more than passing glances.
Even though his running speed was fast, it still couldn't compare to a motorbike, as he was pacing himself for long-distance travel. Plus, it wasn't as flashy as when he sped by on his bicycle. People merely glanced at him, thinking he was diligently cultivating, and then went on with their day.
By the second month, Alex was still wandering around Nam Dinh. He hadn't caught a glimpse of Tran Hung Dao yet.
"Good grief, where do I need to go to find this guy? I'm not even sure if he's really in Nam Dinh, but I don't have any other leads. If I don't find him in another month, I'll head over to China."
