If he could be any more smug—oh wait, he can. The smirk widens just a tiny fraction and he tilts his head back slightly to appear condescending.

"Would you believe me if I said no?" he asks, despite Shang Qinghua's face expressing his heavy skepticism even at his own question. The drifter even takes another step forward—a provocation, in direct contrast to his words.

He's rather curious to know how far he could push before the man before him snapped, but... Well, he wasn't actually looking for a fight. If the cultivator didn't attack after this, he would step back and give the man space.