Purple Dawn Till Dusk: Dearest through the time

Chapter 526: The shadow warrior

Remarkably, the other Senja knew the safest path toward the Mountain Sui Sword Sect. They didn't meet a single human at all along their journey for seven days straight.

At this time, Senja had gotten used to ride a horse for a long period of time, so she has only a little bit complaint about how enthusiastic the other Senja was.

Along the seven days journey they only stop when the sun had set, made the campfire and cuddled together until the sun rose again.

Outside would think about them as twin with different hair color, secretly, both of them treated the other as one as they grew closer. Senja had never had a sister while the other Senja couldn't call Rindi and Hikari with that tittle either.

"We are here." She told Senja with satisfied grinned.

"This" Senja scrunched her nose when unpleasant memory jumped to the front fo her mind.

"The ravine when we fell." She finished her word.

Right now they were sitting atop of their horses at the edge of the ravine.

"So? The Shadow Warrior is here?" Sonja shivered when she dismounted her horse and peeked at the bottom of the ravine. It was amazing that she could survive this height.

"They save us when we fell off this ravine." She explained while darted her gaze around her.

"They did?"

She nodded. "Or else, how do you think we could survive?"

**With some magic.** Sonja thought to herself, it was at that time that grandma Riana rushed her to find Yun, but in the end, it was Yun who found her.

"What are you looking for?" Senja asked when she watched the other Senja was sweeping her gaze at their surrounding.

And without answer Sonja's question, she walked to the middle of the vast plains, Senja followed her closely while tugging their horses.

In the middle of the clearing, the strong wind blew past them, fluttering their hair and clothes. The rich golden color from the sun which almost kissed the horizon bathed both of the girls bodies, made them looked surreal. Despite their faces were similar to each other, but the aura that exuded from them have its own charm.

With fair and slender fingers, the other Senja pulled out the small red pouch from her pocket. Slowly but fearlessly, she put the translucent token on her lips, as though she was savouring the cold stone on her skin, the other Senja closed her eyes calmly.

A little while later, a melodious sound was soaring from the small item on her lips that made Senja widened her eyes in amazement.

The sound was so tender as if its merged with the breeze evening, moving the grass beneath them and reassured a worried heart. So, beautiful that made a bird chirped along.

However, it wasn't long before their surrounding turned quite, the birds that were singing along had flown away, leaving only the melody that was produced from the Black Sword Clan's heirloom.

It was the tranquility of the sound that captivated her, the sound somehow made one felt the longing, as if someone was calling the person who had gone for long time.

From the corner of Senja's eyes, she could see some movement. At first it was only a subtle movement that she thought it was the wind that had moved the trees in the forest in front of them, but gradually their figure emerged from the dense of the thicket.

They were wearing tattered shawl over their black clothes, their disheveled hair flew by the wind and their faces were covered by intricate black mask mixed with golden color that lengthened from their forehead to their chin while two large blades crossed behind their back.

"Senja" Senja looked at them warily, her hand subconsciously touched the hilt of her sword. There were many of them, roughly count, there was no less than a hundred people. "Who are they? Are they the Shadow Warrior."

They were inch closer to them, approaching the sound of the token, captivated by it. When they were only a few feets away, the other Senja decided to stop the melodious music, her bright eyes fluttered opened as she answered Senja's question. "Yes."

Upon hearing the sound that was produced by the the Black Sword Clan's heirloom had stopped, they went down to their knees, bowed their bodies and fisted their hands in front of their chest respectfully.

Greeted the true heir of the Black Sword Clan who had called for them solemnly.

...

Inside of the study room at the north building of the Sword Sect, Wang Yu opened the window behind his desk to let the cold refreshing wind flew inside the room, giving a new fragrance for the dampen room.

As a gust of the wind flew past his face as he closed his healthy eyes to enjoy the moment while his blind left eye covered with a black cloth, his face was pale under the ray of the moonlight.

Suddenly a crashing sound was heard from behind him that made him jumped in alert, out of instinct, he was unsheathing his sword as he abruptly turned around to see his opponent.

However, there was nothing there, no one posed a threat toward him. The room had returned to its original quietness when he lowered the sword in his hand.

On the floor, under the table where all of his missives scattered, the broken glass of the tea cup strewed unceremoniously.

He thought it was the wind that cause the cup had fallen off from the edge of the table, however when he walked over, there was a red color of paper with black ink on it, forming a sentence that made his eyes widened in disbelief.

It was only a short sentence, but the weight of the word that it carried could make him grinned from ear to ear as a devious smirk graced the corner of his lips.

"Stupid daughter." He hissed, but the smile remained on his eyes. "She thought, she can fool me like this"