Just a few seconds ago, Lin Ran remembered that Shen Rulin was still walking behind him.
More importantly, Lin Ran was very sure that no one had passed by him. How did Shen Rulin get ahead of him?
Puzzled, Lin Ran frowned and looked ahead. He realized that in the thick clouds in front of him, he could vaguely see a blurry figure wearing white armor about twenty steps away. Lin Ran thought that Shen Rulin had taken a few leaps forward while he was absent-minded.
"You are really impatient."
Lin Ran muttered softly and quickly caught up with the figure. "I know you're anxious, but this place is filled with danger. If you run around like this, you'll get yourself killed!"
As he spoke, Lin Ran had already reached the figure and reached out to pat his shoulder, but he missed.
Lin Ran could clearly see that his hand was on the other party's shoulder, but he felt nothing on his palm.