"It's him!" Drumming hearts and racing pulses, eyes shining with sizzling hope, as the Divine Tailor's voice resounded, the noble ladies of the Human and Spiritual Aristocracy lost their brain cells, staring like star-struck groupies at the Silkshifter God's Abode's seventh floor. There, the architect of the textile mania turning the Eastern Spirit Empire upside down held office.
From ancient times till now, the Eastern Continent had seen its fair share of shooting stars. But all paled when compared to the Divine Tailor.
Three months. Three months was all it took for him to establish a business empire that threatened to take over the Eastern Continent's entire economy. Now, even those elderly Supreme Clarity ancients tried to curry favors, sending daughters, granddaughters and all female descendants of outstanding looks and temperaments to sway the Divine Tailor favorably.
