The bonfire party was incredibly lively. Around midnight, the clan chiefs left, leaving behind a group of young people who became even more uninhibited and began to revel.
They ate meat, drank, fought, and danced. In the end, many simply collapsed and slept beside the bonfires in the open. Fortunately, everyone here was a shapeshifter warrior and did not fear the cold winter night.
Jiang Hao held up a bottle of liquor and looked at the crowd sprawled on the ground, feeling rather invincible. In a fight, none of you could beat me. In drinking, you were even worse. Many female warriors looked at Jiang Hao with stars in their eyes.
A group of female warriors gathered around him. One Deer Clan warrior looked at Jiang Hao and said, "Wolf King, could you sing us a song?"
Jiang Hao shook his slightly drunken head, looked at the youthful girls, and smiled. "Sure, I can sing. But I don't want to sing English songs. From now on, we Indians should sing more Indian songs. We need to pass down our own culture."
With a flick of his hand, an Native American Flute appeared in Jiang Hao's grasp amid the astonished gazes of the girls. He began to play a mournful tune. After the prelude, Jiang Hao began singing "Lakota Lullaby." His voice was distant and resonant, and many people were captivated by it.
That night, Jiang Hao left a deep impression on countless people.
The next day,
The council continued. Before it ended, Chairman Russell proposed that Jiang Hao become the Alliance's vice chairman. Some were surprised, but more remained expressionless. After a democratic vote, Jiang Hao became vice chairman with more than two-thirds of the vote.
Jiang Hao was very pleased with this result. His standing within the Indian Alliance