"Bleak?" The Japanese monk raised an eyebrow. "No, no, no, how could you be bleak? You are quite literally the most fortunate person I have ever laid eyes on!"
"If an ordinary person's Qi is like a pool of water or a trickling stream, then your Qi is a magnificent, turbulent river that stretches on so far you can't even see the end!" the Japanese monk said earnestly. "To put it simply, you just shine way too brightly in a crowd. If everyone else's fortune is like scattered fireflies, yours is blindingly bright, like a massive 180-watt lightbulb. It's hard for anyone not to notice you... Does that make sense?"
Lu Mingfei twitched the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, *Are you even a real monk? Your opening description sounded decent enough, giving off a strong classical martial arts vibe, but what is up with this modern, trashy metaphor at the end? Aren't fireflies usually contrasted with the bright moon? Who taught you to describe someone as a 180-watt giant lightbulb? That unreliable master of yours who taught you how to read Qi?*
Chapter 452