Yes.
From the "ancient corpse's" perspective, there wasn't even the slightest trace of immortal aura on Jiang Hui's body; clearly, he was an unlucky soul who hadn't even achieved Immortality and had somehow blundered his way here, even more insignificant than an ant.
It wasn't that there were no such people, but ninety-nine percent of them died on the way. Very few were able to make it this far.
Yet now, the performance of this ant was causing it unbearable vexation and a sense of astonishment.
The other party was not the least bit afraid. On the contrary, he was the complete opposite, showing a face as calm as a mild breeze and soft clouds.
No panic whatsoever, his handsome and inscrutable face was like a pool of ancient well water, without a single ripple.
Even more so, the slightly tilted eyes, the half-open lips, and that faint voice gave it a strong illusion.
The other, it seemed, hadn't taken him seriously from the very beginning.