Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7219 (Seven Thousand Two Hundred and Nineteen) Invites You

The gray-handed man said, "Whether it's unique or not depends on your perspective."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "I imagine it's quite unique to me. Go ahead and tell me."

The gray-handed man said, "What should I say? I have nothing to say right now."

“Then there’s nothing I can do,” said the brown-handed man.

"No way? What are you going to do?" the gray-handed man asked.

“I told you, you were right just now,” the brown-handed man laughed. “You asked me, ‘If we change it to the word 'I,' is it right?’ I’m telling you, yes. Now it’s very clear.”

The gray-handed man asked, "How come it's so fast?"

"Isn't being fast a good thing?" the brown-handed man said. "Would you rather I be slow?"

"Who told you that besides fast, the only other thing is slow?" the gray-handed man said deliberately.

The brown-handed man said, "Compared to 'fast,' isn't 'slow' just slow?"

The gray-handed man laughed, "You think you can compete like this?"

"Why wouldn't I bring it?" the brown-handed man said. "I can compete however I want. Not only that, if I don't want to compete, I don't have to."

“You’d better not compete,” the gray-handed man laughed.

The brown-handed man asked, "Why?"

"So you won't spout your fallacies again," said the gray-handed man.

The brown-handed man said, "What kind of twisted logic am I spouting?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "You asked me: 'Compared to 'fast,' isn't 'slow' just slow?'"

“Look, you asked the question yourself. It’s clearly a question, so how did it become a fallacy?” the brown-handed man said. “If I were very certain, it wouldn’t be surprising if you called it a fallacy. I’m just asking a question, and you call that a fallacy?”

"Don't try that on me. Don't think I can't see through you," the gray-handed man laughed. "I didn't think you couldn't see through me, but I'm not worried that you can," the brown-handed man laughed. "I'd like to hear what you've figured out."

The gray-handed man said, "I think your question, though posed as a question, wasn't really meant to be a question."

"Not a question? Then what is it?" the brown-handed man asked.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "They're waiting for me to give my consent."

“Even if we’re waiting for your agreement, it’s still asking, isn’t it?” the brown-handed man asked.

“You’re waiting for me to agree, which means you’ve already made up your mind. Whether I agree or not can no longer influence your opinion,” said the Gray-Handed Man. “You’ve already decided that compared to ‘fast,’ ‘slow’ is just slow.”

"Can you refute this?" the brown-handed man asked.

"Are you convinced of this?" Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You can't argue with that, can you?"

“Oh, I’m saying my piece, and you’re saying yours, right?” the gray-handed man asked.

“You’re the same way. I asked you, ‘You can’t argue with that, can you?’ and you didn’t even bother to answer,” the brown-handed man laughed.

"What do you want me to say?" the gray-handed man asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Can you refute me? If you say 'yes,' then I'll invite you to refute me."

"An invitation?" the gray-handed man said. "That sounds so nice."

"Can't you refute this?" the brown-handed man asked.

"Why should I argue?" the gray-handed man asked. "I agree."

The brown-handed man chuckled, "Did you genuinely agree, or did you agree after hearing what I just said?"

"What difference does it make when I agree? Never mind, I've already said I agree with what you said," the gray-handed man laughed.