He Xiaowen was a descendant of the same clan as He Dazhi. Back when he was traveling for study, he learned of Sanfu Town's existence and, out of curiosity, journeyed there.
In Sanfu Town, he met He Dazhi. Because the He family had always preserved a portrait of He Dazhi, and because Luo Yunji and his senior brothers had once visited He Dazhi's hometown during their training journey down the mountain, the portrait had been hung in the He Family Ancestral Hall on account of He Dazhi's status as an immortal master.
That was how He Xiaowen recognized him. And after He Dazhi had the soldiers verify his identity through multiple channels and confirmed that he truly was a descendant of the He family, he let him manage the inn's daily affairs and account books.
Several years later, seeing that He Xiaowen had a steadfast nature and decent character, He Dazhi kept him by his side to cultivate.
"Why are you here? Does Immortal Master He know?" Liao Ming knew He Xiaowen. In Sanfu Town, He Xiaowen had always helped Xiao Liu handle governmental affairs, and by now he held no small amount of influence. He was also deeply acknowledged by He Dazhi, so in Sanfu Town, no one dared look down on him.
And He Xiaowen was kind by nature, with good relationships among both his colleagues and the townsfolk.
"The ancestor doesn't know I came to the Imperial City."
"Then you..."
"I want to do my small part for all living beings under heaven."
"If Immortal Master He finds out..."
"The ancestor will be proud of me!" He Xiaowen said with a smile, his tone full of confidence.
Liao Ming knew He Xiaowen's pride. Because of his connection to He Dazhi, he had been ostracized quite a bit