Senior, Help Me!

'The judge from Sakura… is this guy behind this?'

Sitting leisurely on the sofa, Bu Fang slowly turned his head and looked at the judge. He was not sure who the judge really was, but he had sensed before that the latter had dense spiritual energy in him, which was not much weaker than that in Yu Ge.

'A cultivator from Sakura? That tiny and remote island? His aura is distinctly different from those ninjas…'

Yamashima Tajiro, who had been caught by Foxy's tail, widened his eyes and hurriedly cried out for help at the judge's appearance. In his eyes, the judge had become the last straw to save his life.

Looking at Tajiro's wretched appearance, the judge shook his head in disappointment. Then, he looked curiously at Bu Fang. Before, when Bu Fang convinced him and the other four main judges with just instant noodles, he already felt that this chef was an unusual one.