"Evelyn I taught you everything in dagger art, now I hope you would not sully the name of Nightshade Clan." a man in his late thirties said to Evelyn whose head was low toward the ground not meeting the eyes of man.
Evelyn raised her head and looked toward the man with hollow and lifeless eyes. "Yes, father. I will try my best not to embarrass you." like some kind of robot Evelyn said those words.
The man was in front of her father, Kai Nightshade. Evelyn's father had black hair with a few streaks of silver, revealing the signs of experience and wisdom. His sharp, piercing gaze spoke of a lifetime dedicated to mastering the art of dagger combat. His facial features were chiselled and well-defined, creating an air of authority and strength.
