Yu Qiaoxi entered, pulling a small cart behind her.

On her cart were all sorts of bizarre magical artifacts, including but not limited to ones shaped like a stethoscope, a scale, a beaker, and a perfectly square one like a die... In short, they were of every imaginable shape and form. If you could think of it, Yu Qiaoxi could produce it.

"Senior Brother, Master."

Nodding to the two, Yu Qiaoxi didn't care if they responded or not. She just pulled her cart forward, calling out as she walked, "Senior Brother, come help me hold this. Some of the artifacts are about to fall."