Li Wen recognized the little girl. Wang Hu had mentioned her in their past correspondence—she was the apple of his eye.
Wang Hu was an upright man, stubborn to his core. He had looked after Li Wen back when his family was struggling, yet he had never once asked for anything in return.
Now, his strength was still stuck at the High-level Martial Artist realm, and life in this turbulent society was clearly difficult.
Li Wen had given him his contact information, but Wang Hu had never bothered him for personal matters. To swallow his pride and ask for a favor just so his daughter could get into a good school—this was likely the absolute limit for him.
That was why Li Wen didn't reveal himself.
He knew of Wang Hu's pride; intervening rashly right now might only cause him to lose face.
He silently made a mental note of the matter and continued to cast the vast consciousness of his Primordial Spirit over other areas of the city.
