"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...
"Let's kill him!" Dong Ho said.
"You made this awkward enough, shut up," the smaller man said, "You, what's your name?" he asked in a commanding tone.
"It is out of politeness that when asking someone's name, one must give theirs first," I replied.
The two looked at each other and then the one I didn't know his name said.
"I'm Dong Cho," he said.
"Brothers?" I asked.
The smaller man's brows furrowed, "How did you know? We don't even look alike!"
"Your name… Anyway, so what's going on here, are you hunters? Warriors? Or scavengers?" I asked.
"Warriors!"
"Hunters!"
Each of them replied at the same time. Then the confusion got them, and then they started bickering between themselves.
"Warriors I say! We're the Tiger Warrior Tribe! We have Warrior in our name!" Dong Ho said.
"But we're not the warriors of the village you fool! We're the hunters, we're tasked to get food!"