The conversation that followed also made Meng Zhao realize that although Ji Rulin's mood had improved considerably, the shadow still lingered, and its influence remained immense.
He always felt that Ji Rulin would praise him at completely unrelated moments.
He had truly been beaten into submission. This was not a bad thing—on the contrary, it was an extremely good thing, beneficial to Meng Zhao's next moves.
Within the Dan Chi Ji Clan branch, Ji Rulin was the number two figure and the heir apparent. No one could shake his position. In some respects, even Ji Rushuang carried less weight than he did.
If he opposed Meng Zhao on certain matters or decisions, it would absolutely cause Meng Zhao major trouble.
Conversely, precisely because of his lofty status, he also held considerable influence in the hearts of the Dan Chi Clan warriors. If he stepped forward to support Meng Zhao, the resulting response would be tremendous.
Meng Zhao was even frank in saying that he hoped Ji Rulin would select those five thousand warriors—preferably young and strong men with some combat experience, and at least thirty people with a certain degree of command and coordination ability.
This was not actually difficult. By command and coordination, he did not mean talents like Linghu Rui, capable of commanding armies of thousands upon thousands. Those were rare talents, worthy of being called fine generals.
What he needed was merely a group with a certain level of prestige, who could keep their subordinates in line and perfectly obey his orders.
In other words, what Meng Zhao wanted were several dozen human tools, along with robust warriors as fierce as wolves and tigers.
Ji Rulin was very curious about how Meng Zhao planned to deal with those people from the Rebel Army, and kept asking questions