Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5926 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty Six) Mist

"Actually, there is no reason to think this way, but I did think so just now." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand asked, "What happened next?"

“Later I thought that since it already said ‘temporary’, it shouldn’t happen,” said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "That's right, I said it's temporary, it's temporary, it means I can change back."

"That's how it is." said the man with brown hands.

"But I thought of something else." said the man with gray hands.

"What?" The man with brown hands seemed to have thought of something.

The Gray Hand Man said, "I feel like you know what I'm thinking."

"Go ahead." said the man with brown hands.

"You can say so," said the man with gray hands.

"I don't want to talk about that possibility." said the man with brown hands.

"I guess you and I are thinking of the same possibility." said the man with gray hands.

"That should be it." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Then I will just say it directly?"

The brown-handed man hummed.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Will the so-called 'returning back' not just be as simple as ending that state, but will we disappear the next moment we return back?"

The brown-handed man said, "It's not easy for you and I to think of the same thing."

"So many difficult things have been made to seem easy by you and me," said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "That's right. I really want to know the reason behind this."

"The connection between you and me?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"Especially before the transformation, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "What if we can really figure it out if we change back?"

"Why are you talking about this again?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I'm repeating myself again, am I not?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right." The brown-handed man said. The gray-handed man said, "Repetition is normal, don't you think?"

"I think so," said the Brown-Handed Man. "Even if you don't repeat it, I will."

"Repeat this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That should be it?" said the man with brown hands.

"How do you know you can repeat it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't know either," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Do you feel it?" Gray Hand asked, "On the surface or deep inside?"

"Not really." said the man with brown hands.

“Isn’t that even a superficial feeling?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't think so." said the man with brown hands.

"What is that?" Gray Hand said, "Is that what you simply believe?"

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "For unknown reasons."

"Nothing much. There are many things that happen for unknown reasons." said the man with gray hands.

"Especially in such an environment, there's really nothing new." said the brown-handed man.

"I suddenly thought of the future." said the man with gray hands.

"Optimistic or pessimistic?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Neither optimistic nor pessimistic," said the Gray Hand Man.

"So what did you think of?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Mist." said the man with gray hands.

"Mist? Whose future are you thinking about?" the brown-handed man asked, "Or everyone's future?"

"It's my future." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked, "What do you mean?"

"That's right. When I was thinking about my future just now, it was like I saw mist all of a sudden," said the Gray-Handed Man.

"Is it the feeling you get? Does it have anything to do with our abilities?" asked the brown-handed man.

"No." The Gray Hand said, "I guess it's just my imagination."

(End of this chapter)