While Taoist Shuhai was watching various forces bidding for the rare magic artifact, the demon turtle on his shoulder suddenly shook, its eyes bulging. Its eyelids lifted, creating a comical expression.
The demon turtle looked in amazement at a box on the second floor when a dazzling green light nearly blinded it. It blinked hard, but it was still the same! It had discovered an extraordinary destiny. After a pause, the demon turtle nervously conveyed with its psychic voice, "Shuhai, do you recognize that young man?"
"Who?" Taoist Shuhai was puzzled by the tremor in the turtle's voice.
"That one."
The demon turtle gave Taoist Shuhai a signal, who then walked over to the railing of the box, looking at a green-robed youth inside a second-floor box. He frowned slightly and shook his head, saying, "I don't know him."
Then he looked at the demon turtle on his shoulder, puzzled, asking, "What's wrong with him?"