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Inside the bookstore.
Zhou Zhongda frowned as he glanced at the freshly delivered message and quickly made a call:
"Have they lost their minds? Zhuang Butong's teacher isn't even dead yet! Do they really think he'd have no temper?"
The person on the other end sighed, "But Zhuang Butong is dying. He won't make it past a month. We estimate he will attempt a breakthrough in twenty days, which will be his peak moment."
Zhou Zhongda's face showed distress: "Where did you get this information?"
"From the Four Guardian Stars, they've been continuously monitoring Zhuang Butong's health status through artificial intelligence."
"Are you mad, daring to let Dream God monitor Zhuang Butong?" Zhou Zhongda was both shocked and furious, "Have you forgotten how Zhuang Butong got to where he is!"
"It's different, and besides, there are no other options. He's been deeply infected, even masters hesitate to get too involved with him..."
