Heimo's breath came out in stutters. "W—What did you mean by that? You? You don't have any plan to kill me?" How could that be possible? From the start, they were fated to be enemies. That man was Jingxue-Jun, the most righteous of all and Heimo… he was the crooked cultivator the man had to eradicate. And now he told Heimo that he didn't have any plan to kill him? Wait— "How…" Heimo grinded his teeth to keep his voice from shaking. "How long have you known? You are immune to my concoction, you—" he swallowed, kicking the thought that sprung out unbidden that Jingxue-Jun must have heard his heartfelt confession. It wasn't the right time. There was no right time at all. "You knew where I had gone all these while, didn't you? You know everything."