"Young master, what should we do with these people?" Huayue stepped forward and suddenly felt something was off and changed her words, "Miss."
However, the word "Miss" felt strange as it left her lips.
"Forget it, you better call me Young master." Han Yan said.
Suddenly transforming from the capital's number one playboy young master to the number one playboy young mistress, not only Huayue felt weird, even she herself felt odd.
"Let's just burn it all, to avoid future troubles." Zirong said.
Zirong's words were exactly what Han Yan wanted, although Gui Yu Ye had already self-destructed his divine soul, with Fourth Miss Zhao's precedent, she did not want a resurrection scenario. Burning it clean was the safest option.
"I'll go." Upon seeing Han Yan nod, Huayue quickly stepped forward.
Swordsmen hold their dignity, such a task is better left to them, to avoid sullying Han Yan's hands, especially since they now knew Han Yan was disguised as a man.
