Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Above Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain, powerful figures rose one after another. All were experts above the Martial Saint realm, numbering no fewer than a hundred.
Among them were Great Buddha Xuan Zhen and Great Buddha Xuan Jing. Of the two people at the forefront, one was a withered, gaunt old monk—none other than Altar Master Buddha, whom Su Mo had met before.
The other was a middle-aged monk, tall and broad, with a plump face and large ears, looking quite prosperous.
All the experts of Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain fixed their eyes on Su Mo, wondering why he had come so aggressively.
"Benefactor, may I ask what brings you to Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain?" the middle-aged monk asked loudly, pressing his palms together.
"Su Mo, Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain has not offended you, has it?" Altar Master Buddha spoke as well.
Hearing this, Su Mo withdrew his aura. He clasped his hands toward the two men and said, "You have misunderstood, seniors. I have come here to ask about something."
The reason he had released his aura was not to bully others with his power, but simply because he did not wish to go through another round of notification. This way, he could directly draw out the experts of Mount Sumeru Spiritual Mountain.
"Please, speak," said Altar Master Buddha.
"I wish to know all the effects of Dream Ancient Grass. Does it have any side effects?" Su Mo asked gravely. He felt that perhaps something had gone wrong with the Dream Ancient Grass.
"Dream Ancient Grass?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment before understanding dawned on them. It was said that more than three years ago, Great Buddha Xuan Zhen had given Su Mo a stalk of Dream Ancient Grass. So he had come for this matter.