Qing Yan Jing had always been the type to share good news but hide bad news.
However, as for why she reported good news but not bad news, her broad-minded nature was only one of many reasons. The fundamental reason was that her Dao Companion was not strong enough—at the very least, not strong enough to make the Floating Tu Ancient Clan compromise and break off her marriage contract with the Maha Clan's young clan leader.
That old father-in-law of his was something else too.
He just had to arrange a marriage contract for Qing Yan Jing.
On the surface, the match was indeed an excellent one. One party was the Holy Daughter of the Floating Tu Ancient Clan, the clan leader's only daughter; the other was the Young Master of the Maha Ancient Clan, the legitimate son of its clan leader. But the problem was that Qing Yan Jing did not like this sort of political marriage to someone she had never even met. Compared to a marriage contract tainted by interests, Qing Yan Jing was more accustomed to following her feelings.
Of course.
Qing Yan Jing was not to blame for this.
Cultivators possessed astonishing intuition.
Cultivation itself was a process of developing and tapping into the body's potential.
And intuition was naturally included in that process.
Qing Yan Jing was not the only one with remarkable intuition. Across the Myriad Heavens, cultivators relied on their instincts to narrowly escape death every moment of every day.
Take ruins, for example.
When a group of independent cultivators exploring ruins encountered danger and happened upon a fork in the road, no one knew whether either path led to life or death. At such times, those independent cultivators would follow their instincts and make their own choices. Only those whose intuition