"Supreme Judge?" Mr. Gilbert couldn't help but glance at Richard Stetford, who had been smiling silently the whole time, and said, "Is Evan planning to have Mr. Stetford become the Supreme Judge?"
Richard Stetford then waved his hand, still smiling, "Of course, I can't do that, and as I've said, I won't interfere with the Celestial Path Sect's affairs. Back when Autumn was young, my father held the position. After Autumn grew up and my father passed away, Autumn took over. Now it's Evan's turn."
Mr. Gilbert chuckled, "Besides Mr. Stetford, who else has the qualifications to be the Supreme Judge of our Celestial Path Sect's World Cup master competition?"
Evan Stetford's smile grew wider, "No need for you to worry, Mr. Gilbert. I am organizing this year's Celestial Path Sect World Cup master competition. I've drafted the rules and will announce them before the competition starts tomorrow."
