"Can you tell me the name of this work?"
Shen Fanxing looked at Elaine with a faint smile.
Then, her gaze slowly landed on the bottle of perfume on the table.
Under the expectant gazes of the judges, he exhaled lightly and said clearly—
"Its name is Firebird."
His voice was cold and indifferent, but his words shocked the judges.
"Firebird?"
"Firebird?"
They murmured and looked at Shen Fanxing again.
Shen Fanxing nodded and explained softly,
"The firebird is said to be a divine bird of Arabia. When the sun shines on a six-hundred-year-old incense tree, the firebird will flap its wings and fly into the flames to burn itself.
When the firebird threw itself into the flames to burn itself, a new little firebird would be born in the flames.
And this 'Firebird' was exactly the same as the legendary phoenix in the East.
Phoenix Nirvana!
