Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7175 (Seven Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Five) Excavation

The gray-handed man said, "Okay, I'll talk."

The brown-handed man smiled.

"You're laughing at this? What's so funny? Look at me giving in?" the gray-handed man asked.

"Can't I just smile?" the brown-handed man said. "Do I need a good reason? Do you consider this a compromise?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "No. What I wanted to say is, are you laughing like that because you think I've given in?"

"Does it matter whether I think you compromised?" the Brown-Handed Man asked.

“It’s important,” said the gray-handed man.

"What's so important about it?" the brown-handed man asked.

“I need to use this to figure out why you were laughing just now,” the gray-handed man said.

"Why do you need to know why I'm laughing?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Because you didn’t say anything. Since you won’t say anything, I’ll naturally have to find out for myself,” said the Gray-Handed Man.

"Natural? Where is it natural?" the brown-handed man said. "Just because I don't say it doesn't mean you have to find a way to dig it out, does it?"

"If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to find out if I don't dig deeper?" the gray-handed man asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Why do you insist on knowing? You say it's natural."

Grayhand said, “It’s natural. It might not be natural for you, but for me, it’s natural to try to find out. It’s not that I necessarily have to know, but I want to know, so it’s natural to want to know, and it’s natural to try to find out.”

“Even if you dig, what you find may not be the real thing,” the brown-handed man said.

"Are you going to tell me it's fake?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.

“I wasn’t going to tell you it was fake,” the brown-handed man said. “I just laughed when I felt like it, there’s no need for all that explanation.”

“You still haven’t answered whether you think I’ve compromised,” Grayhand said.

"You're so persistent?" the Brown-Handed Man said. "You really want to know?" "Or are you the persistent one?" the Gray-Handed Man said. "I've asked you so many times and you still won't tell me. Do you really not want to tell me?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You think I'll tell you just because you ask?"

"Wow, such a simple question, and you've been beating around the bush for so long!" the gray-handed man laughed. "What's there to hide?"

“Who said I was hiding anything?” the brown-handed man said. “I just haven’t answered yet.”

“It’s been so long,” said the gray-handed man.

"You think I'm procrastinating?" the brown-handed man asked.

"It's not that I'm complaining, but I'm curious why you're procrastinating," the gray-handed man laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "There's no reason why, I just procrastinate so casually."

“If that’s the case, then it’s not bad,” said the gray-handed man.

"Is that good enough? Because you especially enjoy watching me procrastinate?" the brown-handed man asked.

"It's not that I particularly enjoy watching you procrastinate, but since you've already procrastinated, it's not so bad in my opinion," the Gray-Handed Man chuckled. "Are you going to continue procrastinating now?"

The brown-handed man said, "No, thank you."

The gray-handed man said, "Then answer my question."

“As for whether I think you compromised on this issue, my answer is: no,” the Brown-Handed Man said. “I just think you were very casual about saying it back then.”

"You really think I'm just going to say it so casually?" Grayhand asked.

“Yes,” said the brown-handed man. “Do you think this is wrong?”

“I don’t think I’m wrong,” Grayhand said. “When did you start thinking I was just being casual and would say things like that?”

“That’s always been my opinion,” said the brown-handed man.