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In Great Desolate City.
Zhao Mingli's heart was incomparably nervous. Ever since he had entered the new epoch, even though the Zhao Family's power within the Prehistoric Clan had not declined, compared to his former glory within the Human Clan, it was already negligible.
Zhao Mingli's Cultivation Level was not strong, and to this day, it was still just a Dao Combination Stage. And this was only because of the care of his former comrades Tang Tianjun and the others.
He originally thought that in this stage, he would die a depressed death, and would never have the chance to use his full power again.
However, he did not expect that he would actually see that Your Majesty today. He was once nothing in front of him.
Today, he had a new mission. He became the fifth great division of the Prehistoric Clan, the master of the Outer Wasteland Division.
Zhao Mingli never thought that Ye Tianze, as a Master of Great Desolation, would actually think of him, and even more so, that he would actually become the master of the fifth great division.
He still didn't know what exactly the External Clan was made of. However, on the very first day of his appointment, he had been assigned a mission.
Responsible for one void race.
Zhao Mingli mustered his courage and went to the Prime Minister's Hall of the External Clan. This place had already been completed long ago, so other than the guards and his subordinates, he also met another person he knew.
This man was Wan Tong, the current vice head of the pars obfusca.
As one of the three great tribes of Prehistoric Clan, the pars obfusca was the most mysterious. Even a few big shots of the military could not interfere.
When Ye Tianze was present, all the information, other than the necessary military intelligence, would be directly delivered to Ye Tianze by the pars obfusca.
If Ye Tianze was not there, he would immediately present it to the Vermillion Bird, and the only one who had not changed from start to finish, was Li Chaoying.
When Tang Han Chen accepted the army at the front lines and became the commander in chief, Tang Tianjun and the rest retreated. There was a lot of controversy inside the Prehistoric Clan and some people even thought that the Your Majesty did not trust them and wanted them to come back for their old age.
Zhao Mingli had been secretly observing from the shadows, but Zhao Mingli did not care about the disputes outside. As he expected, the disputes soon disappeared.
Seeing Wan Tong walking over with a grin on his face, Zhao Mingli knew that these disputes would quiet down.
"Subordinate Wan Tong greets Division Lord." Wan Tong walked up and respectfully bowed.
The current Wan Tong, was already a Guixu Realm, which made him very awkward. Thinking back to when he was in Human Clan, horizontal and vertical, with high authority, whether it was Wan Tong, Tang Tianjun, or even Zhou Chong and Zhuge Qi, they were all just insignificant ants.
But now, they had made a name for themselves in the Prehistoric Clan, and had become Ye Tianze's most trusted person.
Zhao Mingli had thought about it many times. Other than his sister, if he had taken the wrong step back then, he probably wouldn't be where he was today.
"Exemption from formalities. They are all useless jobs." Zhao Mingli asked politely, "You were transferred into the External Clan as well?"
"The Your Majesty has personally ordered it, how could we dare complain? If we don't go now, we'll be your assistant." Although Zhao Mingli's Cultivation Level was low, Wan Tong was extremely polite to him.
Which Human Clan didn't know Zhao Mingli, and which Zhao Family didn't know him? Being able to survive under that kind of situation, and still be in the Prehistoric Clan, being able to flourish was naturally not only because of his old comrades taking care of him.
After the two exchanged courtesies, Zhao Mingli asked: "Who exactly is this void race that needs us to deal with?"
Wan Tong looked around, and immediately recounted the void race's identity, his origins, and the crimes he had committed along the way.
Zhao Mingli suddenly understood what this External Clan Officer was up to. To be able to get Tang Tianjun and the others to personally act, in addition to his status as the leader of the void race's diplomatic mission, was obviously not easy to deal with.
Most likely, the Outer Sect was prepared to be responsible for handling the affairs of the Prehistoric Clan regarding the outside world, and specifically dealing with the various great civilizations.
"Has the lord thought of a way to deal with it?" Wan Tong said while beaming.
Zhao Mingli's brow frowned. This was his first time in office and he had already dealt with such a thorny matter. Naturally, it was Ye Tianze who was testing his abilities as well.
If it was only a mission visit, Zhao Mingli wouldn't have felt it was too troublesome, but the mission killed ten thousand warriors of Prehistoric Clan and the Prehistoric Clan also returned the favor, exterminating ten of their s. This was no longer a normal mission visit.1
Logically speaking, Prehistoric Clan should have vented out her anger after returning a tooth back to a tooth, and expelled the envoy.
However, they had brought him to Prehistoric City and handed him over to the External Clan. It was very clear that Ye Tianze did not plan to kill this envoy. Not only did he not plan to kill him, he wanted to extort something from him.
Zhao Mingli was very clear that if he was not able to satisfy Ye Tianze when he sat down on this seat, he would die very quickly.
Prehistoric Clan would not use such an important position to raise an idle person, this was the same as the rules of the military.
Hearing Wan Tong's question, Zhao Mingli smiled and said: "I see."
"Can you tell me about it?" Wan Tong asked seriously.
"Hahaha, you'll know in a while." Zhao Mingli laughed, but there was a deep meaning behind his laughter.
Wan Tong tactfully did not pursue the matter any further. They all knew that Zhao Mingli was actually suitable for this position of the External Priestess.
Although Wan Tong was not as decisive as he was, he, who had been the vice division master of the pars obfusca for so long, naturally had his own methods.
Zhao Mingli had already made his name known to all in the Human Clan period, which was why he felt depressed when he walked out of the Pantheon Monument.
However, at that time, the Prehistoric Clan was always digging up territory and accumulating strength. What was needed was the most powerful yamen like the pars obfusca and the military.
It was not something that Zhao Mingli could do, let alone fight with someone else.
Wan Tong had originally thought that the master of the Outer Sect would definitely be him, and even Lan Yuheng, the general director, had already signalled to him.
But he never thought that a Zhao Mingli would appear in the middle of his path, and it was even the personal command of the Your Majesty. Although Wan Tong was unhappy in the bottom of his heart, he did not dare to disobey the order.
Not long later, he was brought up, although Su Yuhan was not tied up, his Cultivation Level was still sealed.
Upon seeing that the person who arrived was actually not Ye Tianze, Su Yuhan was instantly infuriated and said angrily: "No matter what, I am the leader of a diplomatic mission sent by the Void Civilization. According to my Void Civilization's rank, your Prehistoric Clan should be received personally by the Master of Great Desolation. Even though we were in the wrong, you guys have already killed the people that should be killed.
It was no wonder that Su Yuhan was so angry. void race was after all the second in the top ten hegemony s, furthermore, he had lowered his head, shouldn't he have some respect for him?
Wan Tong looked at Zhao Mingli, and was preparing to say something.
"Please be patient, Envoy."
Zhao Mingli said amiably, "This one is the outer sect master of the Prehistoric Clan, Zhao Mingli. If you have something to say, you can tell it to me."
When Wan Tong heard it, he immediately frowned. As a Division Master of the External Clan, how could he speak in such a soft and sloppy manner?
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