Beads of sweat seeped from Chen Ping's forehead.
Zhongli Ren's organs were taking shape very slowly, which was only natural.
Even Qian Renxue had spent three days and three nights reforging her heart.
Although Zhongli Ren did not need to reforge a heart of divine quality, making those crude, barely serviceable organs still took an immense toll on his mind.
"Where's the pigskin? Bring it here."
After at least half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the flesh inside Zhongli Ren's belly churned, and the bizarre organs of all different sizes finally took their places and began performing their respective functions.
Zhongli Ren finally no longer had to expend Soul Power to sustain his temporarily fashioned organs, and the bloody glow around him gradually dimmed.
"Foster Father, Godfather, here's the pigskin. Let your son be the first to congratulate you on recovering from your injuries and displaying your divine might once more."
Chen Ping approached Zhongli Ren with a fawning expression. Imitating Song Jiang when he accepted the imperial offer of amnesty, he knelt and bowed with his backside sticking high in the air, offering Zhongli Ren the piece of pigskin in his hands.
Seeing Chen Ping debase himself into the dirt, Zhongli Ren sneered.
So Shrek's favored sons of heaven were nothing more than spineless cowards afraid of death.
Although Chen Ping had been utterly resolute in kneeling and calling him father, just as Chen Ping had anticipated from the start, this piece of pigskin was nowhere near enough to patch the gaping holes in the front and back of Zhongli Ren's abdomen.
And Chen Ping, whom he had kept at his side, was the perfect material for patching those wounds.
Never mind not having enough material-even if he had enough on hand, Zhongli Ren