Mu Jin's brows furrowed, uncertain of what was happening.
This Battle God Trial was too strange, with many things that even she, an elder of the Battle God Temple, had never seen or heard of.
However, she quickly understood.
She turned her head to look at Qin Xue, her beautiful face solemn, and said: "Miss Qin, do you remember that in the illusionary realm, if we get injured or die, we also get injured or die in the real world?"
Qin Xue nodded, still somewhat confused, "But Dadao hasn't been injured."
"Yes, he's not injured; he's aging!"
"Aging?" Qin Xue was further puzzled.
The aging process of a person is incredibly slow; not to mention a day, even in a year it's difficult to notice a change. Especially for someone like Wang Dadong who has reached the Hermit-level strength, it's possible that for ten or twenty years, there might not be any noticeable change in appearance.
But how long has it been? Just one day, and Wang Dadong's hair has grown densely white!
