Cooking up a story

The disciples scrambled to leave the room. They left me alone with the old man.

"Don't tell me! Your master is the reclusive Pill Saint, Mu Tian!" the old man speculated. 

My mouth curled up into a smile. He bit the bait. Now, all that I had to do was unravel a story out of this. 

"Do you know how displeased my master will be with this? You should hope that the people outside do not have a loud mouth. Or else, I am not sure how much longer their mouths will run." I said with an arrogant look.

"This is truly astonishing. I have no intention of offending the Pill Saint. It is my honor to help him out. I shall make sure that none of these stupid Alchemy Disciples even dare to open their mouth about this." the old man said. 

"Good. Now then, what about my pill badge? That is what I came here for, isn't it?" I asked.