Feng Hai Ping felt a surge of fear at the power this person possessed... they had never seen anyone like this before.
Feng Hai Ping deliberately exchanged their own speed with Yan Zizai, acting with caution. They couldn't imagine what he knew to avoid encountering, a direct confrontation with the strange white fog.
"You've already exchanged your speed with mine," Yan Zizai announced.
But at this moment, Feng Hai Ping discovered something even stranger; their own speed hadn't decreased... if anything, it seemed to have become even more marvelous than before.
He was flying over, carrying the coffin, when he saw Yan Zizai burst open, and at this instant, Feng Hai Ping charged forward.
"Who told you... that only I have a place among the Exchanges and that you can reorder the sequence at will?"