Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7202 (Seven Thousand Two Hundred and Two) A Flash

The brown-handed man chuckled, "It's good to say it directly; it's not good to delay. Is that what you mean?"

“That’s not what I meant,” the gray-handed man laughed. “Can’t everything be a good thing?”

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Yes. But your answer makes it sound like I'm asking an unnecessary question."

The gray-handed man asked, "You didn't ask any more questions, and besides, even if you had, what difference would it have made?"

"Is it a good thing to ask more questions?" the brown-handed man asked.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Why are you asking again if it's good news?"

The man with the brown hands said, "Given your reaction, I can deduce the answer, right?"

Grayhand said, "What answer are you trying to deduce? I haven't said anything yet."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "But you just said, 'Why are you asking if it's a good thing?'"

The gray-handed man said, "What can you deduce from these words?"

“You said ‘Why are you asking again?’ It’s probably because you don’t want to hear me ask that again. So my question is redundant. ‘A redundant question’ can be understood as what I just said about ‘asking too much.’ I then deduce that in your eyes, ‘asking too much’ is not a good thing,” the brown-handed man laughed.

"Do you consider your reasoning process rigorous?" the Gray-Handed Man asked.

"What's so rigorous about it?" the brown-handed man said. "Why do I have to be rigorous when I'm just saying something casually?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Being meticulous is a habit you used to have, not a bad one, right?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Whether my old habits were bad or not depends on the context of my past situation. I was forced to be strict back then, so even if I don't call them bad habits, I don't want to call them good habits either."

Grayhand said, "But putting all that aside, being meticulous is a good habit, isn't it?"

“It’s hard to let go,” said the Brown-Handed Man. “If you ask yourself that question, do you think you can let go?”

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "No."

"Do you consider your past meticulousness a good habit?" the Brown-Handed Man asked. The Gray-Handed Man laughed, "I wouldn't call it a good habit."

“Look, isn’t this just like me?” the brown-handed man said.

The gray-handed man said, "Yes. Do you think it's a good thing that you have the ability to be meticulous in your work?"

The brown-handed man said, "Me? If I were talking about myself, I wouldn't want to say it's a good thing."

"What if it's someone else?" Grayhand asked.

"Speaking of you, shall we?" the brown-handed man said.

“Don’t talk about me,” the gray-handed man laughed. “Talk about people other than you and me.”

The brown-handed man said, "Oh?"

Before the brown-handed man could speak, the gray-handed man quickly added, "Don't mention that person, and don't mention the master."

"Is that so?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yeah, didn’t expect that, did you?” the gray-handed man said. “This time I didn’t try to steer the conversation towards the user. In fact, I specifically emphasized not to mention the user. Did you think I was going to bring up the user just now?”

The brown-handed man chuckled, “For a moment, I did think you might be referring to the Master, but that thought was just fleeting.”

Grayhand asked, "And then you rejected that idea yourself?"

The brown-handed man said, "He didn't deny it, it just flashed by."

"What were you thinking after that flash?" Grayhand asked.

“It reminds me of the ordinary people I’ve met before,” the brown-handed man chuckled.

"You're still as amazing as ever!" Grayhand said.

“What’s so great about you?” the brown-handed man said. “You’re deeply entrenched.”