Sunlong asked the Thunder God to heal his remaining wounds, but the Lightning God refused and continued to ignore Sunlong's tirade.
"Come on, quickly heal the rest of my wounds!" shouted Sunlong in annoyance.
"If you want your wound to heal, call me a handsome and kind God. Say this while prostrating yourself before me," said the Lightning God while looking at Sunlong.
"Stop dreaming! I would never bow down to a stress god like you!" Sunlong snapped with an annoyed look.
"Please, can you heal Sunlong's remaining wounds?" asked Xiao Tian as he prostrated himself before the God of Lightning.
"I asked the little lizard to prostrate, not you. Until he prostrates I won't heal him," said the God of Lightning as he crossed his arms.
Sunlong's body is currently still so fragile, and just because of a small wound, if not treated immediately, the risk could destroy his spirit.
Seeing his fading hands, Sunlong started to panic.