The intervals at which the old guy assigns tasks have no fixed pattern; they might be seamlessly connected or may take several years to arrive.
There's no rhyme or reason behind the tasks either.
Now that the old guy isn't speaking, she just has to wait.
Miemie adjusted her hood, looking listlessly at the people around the venue.
Out of sheer boredom, she discreetly took out her two Golden Cores, one black and one white.
Miemie's Golden Cores were not limited to just one.
She reduced the size of her black and white Golden Cores to that of iron eggs and fiddled with them in her hands.
As she fiddled, she thought about Zhang Ze.
"Sword Sect... Maybe I should visit Sword Sect in this lifetime? Have I been there before? Oh well, can't remember, anyhow the old guy's task hasn't arrived yet, might as well go have some fun at Sword Sect."
Miemie joyfully plotted, and began adjusting her cultivation.
This time, she allocated all points to Sword Dao.
