Chapter 227: Mo Yin
To ensure absolute privacy, Jiang Chen produced a Soundproofing Talisman and flicked his wrist. The slip of yellow paper shot backward, adhering perfectly to the center of the wooden door.
A faint shimmer rippled across the room.
It was a one-way barrier. He could still hear the bustling noises from outside—the wind, the footsteps, the distant chatter—but not a single sound from within would escape.
Mo Yin had given up struggling. He was curled into a ball in the corner, trembling violently like a frightened animal.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen sighed and circulated his Green Lotus Art.
He drew upon the gentle, nurturing Wood Attribute spiritual power stored in his Qi Sea, releasing it in a soft wave that washed over the room. The emerald energy enveloped the trembling youth, seeping into his pores to soothe his frayed nerves.
Gradually, the terror in Mo Yin’s eyes faded. He seemed to sense that the man standing before him bore no ill intent. His trembling slowed, then stopped.
However, he remained huddled in the corner, eyeing Jiang Chen with the wariness of a beaten dog.
Jiang Chen softened his voice. “Relax. This isn’t the treacherous Central Region. This is the Cloud Sea Sect. It is safe here.”