The man sitting behind the tea-table was quite handsome, and he appeared to be in his thirties. His entire body was emanating an ethereal aura, and an excited expression immediately appeared on the young man's face at the sight of him. 

He hurriedly stepped forward before taking a seat on the other side of the table. "Vice-palace Master!"

The middle-aged man pushed a cup of tea toward him. "Have a taste."

The young man faltered slightly before quickly calming himself down. He picked up the teacup and blew on it a few times before downing the contents of the entire cup in one mouthful.

A refreshing fragrance flowed into his stomach along with a stream of warmth, and his entire body was struck by an indescribably warm and comfortable feeling while the aroma of tea wafted through the air around him.

"I was very glad to hear that all of you are still alive. At the very least, the future hopes of Shrek Academy have been preserved, and its heritage hasn't been completely severed."

A hint of sorrow...