Peyton Horan froze.

“This is my father’s plaque.”

“Smash it,” Harvey York exclaimed.

Peyton and the bodyguards behind him were all frantically twitching their eyes.

Only Harvey had the guts to smash the plaque of Peyton’s father in front of Peyton's own two eyes.

But after contemplating for a long while, Peyton decided to do it himself. He grabbed the plaque and smashed it to the ground with a hesitant look on his face.

Crack!

With Peyton’s strength, the plaque would’ve instantly shattered. A metal shriek echoed from the plaque, and it rolled toward the corner of the ancestral hall.

At the same time, thick black smoke was seeping out of the plaque, making the people nearby tremble in sight.

Harvey immediately walked forward and kicked the plaque into the central courtyard.

Under the beaming sunlight, more and more black smoke was seen seeping out of the plaque, showing the face of a ghost in the sky, wretchedly smiling, before it disappeared into nothing.

Harvey swiftly grab