C931 The Bet

"Do you desire the Formless Sword? Certainly, you may have it."

Lee Mo smiled faintly, and with a casual flip of his palm, the Formless Sword floated gently to the ground, its tip effortlessly piercing the earth, leaving half of it exposed.

He then spoke, hands clasped behind his back, "You seek the Formless Sword because you believe my cultivation is inferior to yours