Tingxue Pavilion: Seeds of Red Dust

That day, a monk in white came from outside the world. There is a twenty-four-petal black lotus printed between his eyebrows. No one knows where he came from, and no one knows his purpose. He stretched out his hand to tear apart the heaven and the earth, and built a pavilion beside the Wangchuan River, naming it "Tingxue Pavilion". He picked off a Manzhu Shahua flower, melted it into a young man's right hand, and whispered: "Every night, I open the door at midnight and listen to the stories of the guests. After the story is told, the tattoo turns into a red flower, guiding the guests to the person they want to see." —— Do you have an obsession that you can't let go of, or someone who can't get what you want? Then come and listen to Snow Pavilion. Here we don't watch male videos and female videos, and we don't ask about the different paths of immortals and demons. We only accept seeds from the mortal world and survive hundreds of love tribulations.