Chương 905: Seven-Colored Miasma

The person sitting in the room was handsome and appeared to be over thirty years old, but there was an aura of mindfulness exuding from his persona.

The young man's expression immediately became excited when he saw the person. He took a few quick strides forward and sat down opposite the person. "Vice Hall Master."

The middle-aged man pushed a cup of tea to him. "Have a sip."

The young man was stunned for a moment, but he calmed down soon after. He raised the teacup and blew away the heat before emptying the cup in one gulp.

A faint scent flowed with the heat to his stomach. He felt warm and fuzzy all over at once. His body was enveloped by the scent of tea as well.

"I'm very glad that all of you are still alive. At least, Shrek still manages to retain its kindling to start a new fire. Fortunately, Shrek Academy's legacy has not ended."

Grief flashed past the middle-aged man's eyes for a moment.