The Sect Master looked at me, for a second, there was hope, pride, and a bit of reminiscence in her eyes for days long gone since she stood at the forefront of her peers in power, then she slowly shook her head
"But I fear that this will cost you greatly would it not? For no power in the world comes easy, especially repairing a body as old and decrypt as mine, I'm no longer as I used to be, though I might not look like I have lost my youth, my body is as old as a senile crone," the sect master said.
Clearly, she was speaking out of her ass, for as far as I could see, I've yet to see someone with even half of her beauty and she is calling herself an old crone.
"Don't worry about your body's deterioration, I'm slightly more capable than before, but we'll need a private venue. Please," I said nodding to the rest of the elders who were too shameless in staying while I spoke to about the sect master's health issues.
