Gabriel turned back, confusion flickering across his face. "Lord Ragnar, is there anything else?"
"Leave the money I gave you yesterday." Percival's tone was icy, stripped of all patience.
He had paid an exorbitant price for those potions, yet not only had his cultivation failed to rise, but it had actually fallen. In what world would he allow Gabriel to walk away with the money as well?
Gabriel forced a stiff smile, said nothing, and silently took out the funds he had received the day before, placing them aside.
This time, he had truly lost everything.
He had dreamed of strengthening his meridians, earning a fortune, and crushing Zora in one decisive move. It was a perfect plan, shooting three birds with one stone.
Instead, he ended up stripped of money, cultivation, and even dignity.
Elsewhere, Cassian also discovered the terrifying truth after waking.
The moment he sensed the decline in his strength, his vision darkened, and he nearly fainted on the spot.
