Sewing room.
The cloth man's movements were exceptionally brisk,
Anything the Venerable Skinless Koken wanted, he could always prepare in advance, even offering multiple options.
Never proposing any suggestions, avoiding any pointless talk, absolutely refraining from discussing anything unasked, conducting communication with utmost efficiency.
After collaborating well,
The Skinless one's attitude gradually changed, even starting to somewhat like this follower of the Moon God.
"You indeed have a talent in tailoring and skin crafting, it's a pity the Moon God chose you early."
The cloth man scratched his arm, grinning foolishly, "Haha, it's alright. If not for the endgame brought by the Moon God, I wouldn't have reached this level at all, nor would I be here, fortunate to cooperate with you.
Once I truly kill that presumptuous celestial body someday, I will gain freedom, then I can focus on tailoring with you, Venerable Skinless."
