Du Chuan felt that Bi Fang's gaze was regarding him as if he were a fool, his face was stiff as ice.
Dense blood vessels threaded through the whites of his eyes, and it felt like there was blood dripping down his own heart.
"This is murder!"
"Nonsense! How can you smear someone's reputation like that?" Bi Fang was furious, pointing at the expanse of quicksand before him, angrily saying, "Do you think I knew in advance that this was quicksand? Didn't I fall in just a moment ago as well?"
"Can you tell the difference between this patch of desert and the ones before? Huh? Speak up!"
The questioning left Du Chuan momentarily breathless.
Yes, even if the other party did it intentionally, what evidence did he have to prove it?
Under the dim sky, all the desert was the same shade of grayish-black.
Where was the difference?