Simply put, she bore no resemblance to the fox spirit he had met before.
So, how did Li Fan recognize her at a glance?
That was easy, the person had changed, but the instrument had not. The ancient guqin in her arms was not a high-grade magical treasure, yet its wood and textures were unmistakably identical to the one Li Fan had seen before; he naturally remembered it on sight.
Moreover, as a nine-tailed fox, she probably had some innate racial halo. Even though she deliberately made herself look 'unremarkable', any male who saw her couldn't help but become deeply smitten.
It was the kind that, though at first glance she appeared to be merely a beauty, the longer you looked at her skin, the more fascinating it became, the more beautiful it seemed, and every move she made had its own charm. As a result, this seemingly quiet inn chosen for seclusion increasingly thrived, even bustling with traffic...
