"Shen, are you ever going to stop?"
It sounded as though Nezha was speaking viciously to someone.
"Oh, Nezha, I'm doing this for your own good. Why that fierce look? Want to hit me?"
"Get lost. I have a guest coming. I'll consider your goods another day," Nezha said coldly.
"If you don't buy today, I'm not leaving. Kill me if you have the guts." The man surnamed Shen kept pressing Nezha.
"If I destroyed you, I would fall into the animal realm. You aren't worth that sacrifice." Nezha shoved the man aside and began straightening the merchandise on the shelves.
"Nezha, do you still not understand? I'm helping you!" The man surnamed Shen sidled up again. "Heaven is full of immortals who ascended in ancient times. Who are you going to sell your streetwear to? Has anyone ascended in the last few decades?"
"Hmph. So I should sell antiques like you?" Nezha asked irritably.
"Why don't you get it? I don't sell antiques. I sell ancient treasures!" The man leaned close to Nezha's ear and lowered his voice. "Your streetwear shop barely makes anything. If you stocked some of my ancient treasures, they'd draw in far more customers, and your streetwear sales would rise along with them."
Nezha gave him a wavering look and was about to speak when he suddenly spotted Du Yu coming up the stairs.
"Ah!" Respect filled Nezha's face. He shoved the man surnamed Shen to the floor and stepped forward. "God of Trends, you're here!"
Du Yu smiled awkwardly. "Ah, I didn't expect you to recognize me this time..."
"At first, I only thought your build looked familiar. Then I saw your divine ability that lets you and your magic treasure act separately, and I was certain. Hardly anyone in the world knows such