"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!" Dead and reincarnated, Shen Bao finds himself in a world of cultivation, a world he only believed that existed in stories and books. With hopes of heights and abilities far than what the mortal man could ever dream of, he's given a new purpose in life, however, fate had other surprises in store for him. What should have commenced as a regular life in any reincarnation story, for Shen Bao everything turned upside down when he found out that he doesn't have the ability to cultivate...
Law, walking beside me, grinned. "You're gonna take that?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Don't harm them," I replied through divine sense. "They're just afraid. Let's see what they're planning before we make any moves."
We were led to a large, enclosed area, guarded by several tribesmen with weapons in hand. Without a word, they tied our hands with thick ropes, likely hoping to prevent us from escaping, and shoved us inside what looked like a makeshift prison. The guards posted themselves at the entrance, watching us closely as we were left alone in the dimly lit room.
"Well, this is cozy," I muttered, glancing around the empty space.
"Inside!" one of the guards barked, his voice harsh and unyielding.
"Sure, sure," I said, raising my hands in mock surrender as I stepped inside. The others followed, settling down as we waited for what would happen next.