447 Negotiation

Several awkward minutes of silence passed as the Sect Master was slowly tapping her sharp nailed index finger on the wooden handrest of her chair.

The silence was loud, enough that you could hear a pin drop, and every time she tapped her finger, it reverberated through the room making some sort of invisible pressure. She was trying to assert her position.

Before I could say anything to break the silence, she spoke, "You, have you told anyone anything of…what happened, yesterday?" she asked.

"Not really," I said shrugging.

She then took a breath and relaxed, "Then, it would all remain a mystery if you were to disappear." She said.

Her words were a clear threat, and I'm not good with threats. Especially from someone weaker than me, not my current body, but weaker than my original body.

As I was about to retort in a very rude and frankly very justified manner she sighed and said.