Chaos's enormous body flew at full speed.
Within a few breaths, it had already traveled several miles.
Before Xu Zimo could study the direction carefully, several people suddenly caught up from beside him.
They wore golden cassocks and stood upon golden Buddhist staffs.
Others flew on swords; they flew on staffs.
Yet they were not slow in the slightest, faintly gaining on them from behind.
The group varied in appearance. Most had shaved heads, while several had long hair draped over one shoulder and tied into a braid behind them.
The crowd surrounded Xu Zimo and Chaos.
With a roar from Chaos, the void immediately shattered. The powerful sound pierced through layer upon layer of space, shaking everyone so badly they could barely remain standing and nearly fell from their Buddhist staffs.
"Fellow Daoist, do not misunderstand. We mean no harm," one of them hurriedly shouted.
"With such a formation, you mean no harm?" Xu Zimo laughed.
"Someone merely wishes to see you. We came only to notify you," the leading monk explained.
"Who wishes to see me?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully.
He did not recall knowing anyone in this Small World at the Ends of the Earth.
"The Hall Master of Bian Fu Hall, Zhang Bei," the monk explained.
"Since when did people from the Chan Sect start running errands for Bian Fu Hall?" Xu Zimo asked.
"We have a partnership. It is our duty," the monk said with a smile.
"Where is he?" Xu Zimo asked.
"At your destination, Zhen Nan Pass. We will escort you there," the monk replied.
"It seems you know my whereabouts quite well," Xu Zimo said.
The monk merely smiled without answering.
"Fine, then let us see what Bian Fu Hall wants," Xu Zimo said, waving his hand.
The group formed a circle