The cultivators who had enough energy to spare to glance in Roan's direction couldn't hide the disdain on their faces. In their eyes, he was already giving up after barely arriving. Not only had he attempted to use an aid, but he had also done so before even trying to endure the pressure on his own. To them, such behavior was nothing short of pathetic.
Roan, however, couldn't care less about the onlookers. They were about as important to him as the stones scattered along the roadside.
Instead, he focused on the man who had kicked the pill out of his hand. Roan wasn't angry with him. From the warning the man had just given, it was clear that he was simply enforcing the rules of this place.
'Where is this place?' Roan asked through Godly Sense, directing the question toward the expert standing beside him.
