Transmigrated into a Waste Who Married the Villain.

Chapter 53: She's in Danger ✨

Luo JinXiao felt even more embarrassed. She wanted to explain, but the more she talked, the more suspicious it seemed.

"Healing takes a lot out of you. Anyway, I can't explain it to you. You're just slacking off while I go help," Luo JinXiao muttered, transforming into a flash of light and disappearing.

"Hey!" Lu Fanzhi took a couple of steps forward, but the spot was already empty.

Luo JinXiao joined her Wu Hui Sect brothers and sisters in demon-cleansing, taking down one demon after another. Yet, her thoughts constantly wandered, with Qu WeiYin's face surfacing in her mind repeatedly.

After shooing away Qu WeiYin's image for what felt like the hundredth time, a fellow brother patted her shoulder, saying, "What are you thinking about, Junior Sister? We're done."

Luo JinXiao looked up at the sky, realizing it was already dusk, the horizon draped in a soft, beautiful red.

"Ah, thank you, Brother," she replied politely, sheathing her divine sword.

The brother seemed intrigued by her sword, his gaze lingering on it. "That's quite a unique sword. I've never seen one like it. Does it have a name?"

Luo JinXiao glanced at the exquisite sword in her hand, shaking her head. "No. I didn't know its name when I got it."

"Strange. Usually, ancient swords have names. I love studying weapons, and yours looks and functions like a fine ancient sword. It's a pity it has no name."

Luo JinXiao weighed the sword, agreeing with his logic, and made a mental note.

When Luo JinXiao returned to the inn, the sky was completely dark, yet Qu WeiYin had not returned. Her room was pitch black, showing no signs of being disturbed.

Luo JinXiao sighed, skipping dinner and lying down, pondering what name to give her divine sword but finding no satisfying answer.

Outside, voices drifted in—Tang Lan'er arguing with a middle-aged man as they descended the stairs. From Tang Lan'er's tone, she still refused to return to the sect with her father.

Once the outside quieted, Luo JinXiao resumed her thoughts. A well-rested QiongQi crawled out of the pouch and lay beside her, resting its head on her chest, moving with her breaths.

After an unknown amount of time, when Luo JinXiao was nearly asleep, QiongQi suddenly lifted its head, peering out the window.

"Is Little Martial Aunt back?" Luo JinXiao's mind cleared instantly. She opened her eyes and, alongside QiongQi, peered out.

QiongQi let out a confirming howl.

Luo JinXiao leapt from the bed, listening at the door. After a while, it was still silent, with no sign of Qu WeiYin coming upstairs.

Feeling puzzled, she waited a bit longer but grew impatient, turning back to her room. Spiritual energy surged, transforming her into a silver light. When she opened her eyes again, she stood under the inn's sign, the night wind biting.

She smoothed her wind-tousled hair and looked into the distance. On the inn's high rooftop sat a woman in white, holding a wine jug, lost in thought. A full moon hung behind her, casting a gentle glow.