So It Was the Buddha Lord

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, wanting to calm his surging heart, but judging by his expression, it was futile.

"The previous livestream event," the middle-aged man said in a lowered voice.

As if he had heard something, the Buddha Lord's figure paused slightly, but that was all. He was not affected in the slightest otherwise.

At the middle-aged man's words, several suppressed cries of surprise rang out. It seemed they had also guessed the source of that familiar feeling.

The white-robed, bald man before them was the Buddha Lord of Mount Sumeru from the livestream?!

This reality left them utterly shocked.

"Eh? What's wrong with you all?" Tu Hong still did not understand what was happening, his face full of confusion.

He could not understand why his friends all wore expressions of shock as though they had seen a ghost.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, pulled Tu Hong aside, and began explaining in a low voice.

Watching Tu Hong's expression shift from confusion to disbelief, then finally to profound shock, Luo Chuan found it a little amusing.

So human expressions really could undergo such complex changes in such a short time. It truly broadened his horizons.

Tu Hong looked at Wu Tian, his expression somewhat blank.

He simply could not connect Shi Kong before him with the Buddha Lord of Mount Sumeru his friends had mentioned.

One was an ordinary Spirit Sensing cultivator, while the other was a peak powerhouse half a step into Sainthood. No matter how he looked at it, the two seemed completely unrelated, didn't they?

No matter how much he inwardly complained, the truth was the truth.

After thinking seriously for a moment, Tu Hong felt it was absolutely necessary for him to go over and say something about what had happened