"Miss, your injury...?" Duan Lao examined Qu Tan'er. Was there really an injury?
Qu Tan'er checked herself over. Her clothes were torn, and wounds from before the fall into the pool, which had already healed over the past few days, were present. Her hair, which reached past her waist, was disheveled and still damp. Without guessing, she knew that her appearance must be in bad shape. One thing that depressed her was that everything she had been carrying was gone.
The Soul Separation Flute, gone.
Those gold coins or whatever, also vanished.
The whirlpool in the water was so strong at the time, it would have been strange if she hadn't lost them.
She said, "I'm not injured. Lend me a cell phone to check the date and location." She needed to ascertain the current year, month, and day, as well as her whereabouts. If she wasn't in China, that would be a real headache. Without an ID card, how could she leave? She would surely face restrictions at every turn.
