Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5103 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Three) Everything
"Could it be the Spring Shadow he mentioned?" asked the Man with Gray Hands.

"I don't know." The brown-handed man said, "You can't tell it at all now, it's just some colors mixed together."

The Gray Hand Man said, "The red is fading."

"The fading process doesn't feel abrupt at all." said the man with brown hands.

"It looks quite comfortable," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, “It seems that all that’s left is the colorful ones.”

"Many colors cannot actually be dyed by other colors." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, they each maintain their own color, but they can still be together. They seem to be constantly moving on the tree beads. It looks and feels really good." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Does this really have anything to do with Chunying?"

"It's possible." said the man with brown hands.

Soon, the colorful things on the tree beads changed again. Those colors flew happily to many places. Some turned into the blue sky, some turned into white clouds, some turned into flowers, some turned into trees, and some...

"Colorful, as if it is everything in the world." said the man with gray hands.

"You actually said such a thing." said the Brown-Handed Man.

“This is indeed not something I could have said before.” said the Gray Hand Man.

"What time in the past are you talking about?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Of course it was after transformation, and before today." said the man with gray hands.

“That’s what I think,” the Brown-Handed Man said. “Our changes today seem really unusual.”

The Gray Hand Man said, "Those green things have turned into grass."

The brown-handed man said, "There are still colors moving."

The Gray Hand Man said, "It feels like a feeling of turning into many things."

"It's just like this." said the brown-handed man.

"The sun, the sun is coming out from behind the clouds." said the man with gray hands.

"This light suddenly became so bright." said the brown-handed man. "Is this the spring shadow?" asked the gray-handed man.

"It's hard to say whether it's spring shadow or not, but at least it's spring light, real spring light." said the man with brown hands.

"I have another impression." said the man with gray hands.

"What impression?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"About impressions from long ago," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Before transformation?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man, "I remember that Hua Na had some impressions of spring before."

"Now that you mention it, I think I have it too." said the man with brown hands.

"Really?" Gray Hand asked, "Our impressions are so similar? Then what happened to us in the past?"

"I don't know what's going on." The brown-handed man said, "What impression do you have of spring? I can't remember it specifically."

"I can't remember the details. It would be great if I could remember them." said the man with gray hands.

"It's that blurry one again, isn't it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

"The world on this tree bead is the world of spring." said the man with brown hands.

"Yes, I think it has something to do with the Spring Shadow he mentioned." said the Gray Hand Man.

"But I think the spring shadow he mentioned seems to be the image of a person." said the man with brown hands.

"Do you feel the same way?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Why, you too?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

"From what he said, I felt it was a person's image," said the brown-handed man, "it's not as simple as just talking about spring."

(End of this chapter)