Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7191 (Seven Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-One) Training

The brown-handed man said, "That's good."

"What do you mean by 'good'?" the gray-handed man asked.

“It’s pretty good, really pretty good,” said the brown-handed man.

"What's the difference between explaining and not explaining?" Grayhand asked.

"There's not much difference, in fact, it's almost impossible to tell the difference," the brown-handed man laughed.

The gray-handed man said, "Is it okay if the difference isn't significant?"

"So what if you can't? You've already said it, haven't you?" the brown-handed man laughed.

“I really can’t do anything with you,” Grayhand laughed.

"Is there no way to respond?" the brown-handed man asked.

“At least for a moment just now, I really didn’t know how to respond,” said the gray-handed man.

The brown-handed man said, "But you've figured it out now?"

"I haven't figured it out yet," said the gray-handed man. "I'm not even sure if I'll be able to figure it out in a bit."

Brown-Handed Man said, "Lack of confidence? You don't seem like someone who would be like that, at least not in this area."

Gray-Handed Man asked, "In this regard?"

“It involves responding to conversations,” the brown-handed man said.

"I'm not confident or new to responding to conversations, am I?" Grayhand asked.

“But you used to work for the Master. You worked for the Master for so long, how could you not think of what to say? That doesn’t seem right,” the brown-handed man laughed.

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

"Oh? So after being 'trained' by the user for so long, it's all useless now?" the brown-handed man asked. "Whether it's useful or not is normal. I think it's not surprising that it's not useful now," the gray-handed man said.

“Tell me why it’s not fresh,” the Brown-Handed Man said. “How about it?”

“Alright,” said the gray-handed man, “because right now we’re facing you, not the user.”

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You can even respond using the Lord's words, but do you think you'll have a hard time responding when you're facing me?"

The gray-handed man said, "That's right, you're not the user."

The brown-handed man laughed, "It's as if answering my words is more difficult than answering the Lord's words."

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "That's not how you compare them."

The brown-handed man said, "It's good that you didn't compete directly."

"Don't you like comparing things so directly?" Grayhand asked.

“Anyway, I don’t like being compared to the Lord right now,” the brown-handed man laughed. “Do you like it?”

Grayhand said, "What do you like? You didn't even ask clearly. What you want to ask is whether I like it right now that you're being compared to the user, or whether I like it right now that I'm being compared to the user."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Of course, the question is whether you like being compared to your master right now."

“But this wasn’t originally a question, and nobody’s been comparing me to the User Master lately, has they?” the Gray-Handed Man asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "That's true. That's why I'm going to compare you with the Master."

"No, no!" said the gray-handed man. "Let it go."

"Hahaha! You gave your answer so quickly?" the brown-handed man laughed. "You don't even need to answer."

"Oh? You don't want to hear my answer?" the gray-handed man asked.

“You’ve already given the answer,” said the Brown-Handed Man. “The way you said ‘No, no!’ was so obvious. You’re very resistant to me comparing you to the Lord right now. You’ve already answered my question. Your reaction tells us that you don’t like being compared to the Lord right now.”