The roughly woven cotton fabric wasn't particularly airtight. Even though it was soaked in water, the orc could still breathe. Neither Ya Li nor the other orcs understood Shaman Ji Nuan's actions.
Watching the cotton fabric rise and fall with the orc's breath, Ji Nuan smiled and turned to Xiu Yan expectantly, "Add another layer, Brother Xiu Yan."
His hands, with clearly defined joints, picked up another piece of cotton fabric, soaked it in water, and placed it over the orc's face.
This time, the orc's breathing became visibly difficult. He even tried to shake his head to dislodge the cotton fabric on his face.
Swiftly, another orc stepped forward and grabbed the struggling orc's hair, pinning his head to the tree trunk.
By now, even Ya Li understood the meaning behind Ji Nuan's actions, his eyes burning with eagerness.