It seemed that Qiang Liang, the Thunder God, noticed Xu Zimei's concerns.
With a wave of his hand,
a strand of lightning arc began to gather in his palm.
This arc seemed to have its own life.
Continuously dancing between his fingers.
Qiang Liang, the Thunder God, said, "This is my Innate Source Thunderbolt.
If you happen to meet my descendants, it will naturally remind you."
"And if I don't meet them?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Then it means you have no fate with them, so you don't need to worry," Qiang Liang, the Thunder God, shook his head and said.
"Alright, I promise you," Xu Zimei nodded.
With these words, he had no more concerns.
As for whether he could protect the other party for ten thousand years, Xu Zimei didn't have to worry about that.
He had his own plans.
"Alright, accept my inheritance," Qiang Liang, the Thunder God, said.
From the center of his brow, a particle resembling a Thunderbolt Seed floated out.
This Thunderbolt Seed seemed conscious.
