Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of high heels striking the ground was especially piercing in the deep underground corridor. Even the constant sobbing gradually slowed, until it vanished.
(PS: Bibi Dong from Ye Wen's world still directly calls her Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong from this world is referred to in the second person as Rakshasa, to avoid accusations of padding the word count.)
Rakshasa's eyes were blood-red. Neither the restraints on her Soul Power nor the physical bindings could stop her determination to struggle free.
Rakshasa was the stubborn sort who never reflected on herself and only wanted to charge blindly down a single path.
But to someone, if another being was weak enough, then even their anger could seem somewhat cute.
Bibi Dong chuckled. She then conjured a throne behind herself, gracefully crossed her legs, and sat down before looking directly at Rakshasa.
As for why she did not sit on the bed or chairs already in the room, naturally, it was because Bibi Dong found them dirty.
Bibi Dong rested her right hand lightly against the side of the throne, propping up a face identical to Bibi Dong's own, yet carrying far greater majesty.
Bibi Dong smiled and released the restraint preventing Bibi Dong from speaking, saying coolly, "How unsightly, me from another world."
Unlike Ye Tianhun, Bibi Dong had not interfered much with the Bibi Dongs of other worlds. In her view, they had brought it upon themselves.
As for the other Bibi Dongs—
She, Bibi Dong, had come to obtain resources, not to play some savior. Anyone who dared stand in her way deserved to die! Even herself from another world!
Of course, once there were enough timelines, there would always be some bizarre and interesting worlds.
The Bibi Dongs of some worlds had been perfectly