There were indeed too many unusual things about that young man.
Not only had he earned the recognition of the God of Life and the God of Destruction, but he also possessed a power in the lower realm that even Tang San could not fully fathom.
Most importantly, the aura that had blocked the probing of divine sense earlier clearly did not belong to an ordinary mortal.
That feeling instinctively made Tang San uneasy.
However, he could not yet determine exactly where that unease came from.
"It is not that I cannot see through him."
Tang San spoke slowly.
"It is simply that there are too many variables in his future."
"Variables?"
The God of Destruction sneered.
"Do you believe a mortal's future can exceed a God King's control?"
Tang San did not reply.
If it had been anyone else, he naturally would not have cared.
But Li Changqing was different.
From the moment the other man appeared, many paths that had originally been set in stone began to shift.
Even certain matters Tang San had once arranged were gradually slipping beyond his control.
And now, Li Changqing was not only close to the inheritors of the God of Destruction and the God of Life, but had also established contact with Tang Wutong.
This forced Tang San to reevaluate the young man.
Seeing him remain silent, the God of Destruction's gaze gradually deepened.
"Sea God, did you come all this way today merely to ask about Tang Wutong and that young man?"
Tang San raised his head and met his gaze.
"Of course not."
"But in my view, this matter is equally important."
"Tang Wutong is my daughter. Naturally, I hope she can find happiness."
The God of Destruction gave a soft snort.
"Hoping she finds happiness is one thing.