Heavenly Market, All Heavens City.
"Shopkeeper, why are you running a black shop!"
Two young men walked into a shop and looked at a tall figure in a mystic robe, curiously asking.
"What's black about it? I've been running my shop like this for years in Heavenly Market. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes wide open. Running a shop is hard work."
The shopkeeper didn't even turn his head, just stood in front of the shelf, carefully wiping a Divine Weapon.
One of the youths turned and walked out of the shop, looked up, and came back in: "But your sign clearly states 'Black Shop'!"
"A sign is just a sign."
The shopkeeper carefully placed the polished Divine Weapon into a long box, then turned to the two young men and said:
"If you say you're good people, are you definitely good people?"
The two youths shook their heads: "Not necessarily."
"Because we're not people at all!"
"Exactly."
The shopkeeper smiled: "What do you gentlemen need?"
