Master Zhang's voice echoed through the sect's main hall, "Brother Xiao, you have been chosen to succeed me as the master of our humble sect." I, Xiao Yao, stood there, stunned, as my fellow cultivators congratulated me with nods and smiles. Me, a master? It seemed absurd. I was only in my mid-thirties, and my cultivation level was merely average.As I accepted the position, a mix of emotions swirled within me: excitement, anxiety, and a hint of disbelief. How did I, a relatively unknown cultivator, become the chosen one? Master Zhang's words still lingered in my mind, "Your unique approach to cultivation and your ability to connect with others make you the perfect candidate."I took a deep breath and began my new journey as the master of the sect. The weight of responsibility settled upon me like a heavy cloak. I knew that I had big shoes to fill, but I was determined to make a difference.