He realized that he could not see through Son Gohan at all.
That was far too abnormal.
After all, he ranked among the very strongest of the Angels.
Ordinary powerhouses, even Gods of Destruction, were like babbling children before him. He could see right through them at a glance.
Trying to pull any tricks in front of him was simply impossible.
Never mind anyone else-even Beerus, the strongest of the Gods of Destruction, had been trained by him personally. Nothing Beerus did escaped his eyes, and if they actually fought, he could subdue him in a single move.
But this Son Gohan standing before him...
Whis was certain that he could not read him.
In other words, this Son Gohan, who came from some future timeline, might be no weaker than he was.
Could someone with that kind of strength really be just a mortal?
Surely that was impossible.
So just who was this Son Gohan?
Whis remained outwardly composed, but all sorts of possibilities flashed through his mind.
Meanwhile, Beerus began arguing loudly with Son Gohan.
Beerus refused to accept it and demanded, "Kid, explain yourself! How exactly did this Trunks brat save me?"
He stood with his hands on his hips, nearly spraying spit onto Goku's face.
Son Gohan took a step back and laughed. "Hahaha, Lord Beerus, I know you're worked up, but calm down first."
"Trunks, let me ask you something. Lord Beerus is gone in your timeline, right?" Son Gohan asked, turning to Trunks.
Trunks answered honestly, "Uh, I'm not sure about that, but Lord Beerus has certainly never appeared. However..."
Son Gohan raised a hand to stop him, then looked at Beerus with a smile. "You heard him, right? In the Future Timeline, you disappeared, Lord Beerus."
Beerus said, "M-maybe I was just