In the eyes of the Grand Elder, when the Silent Daoist was this enthusiastic, it surely meant there was some trickery afoot.
He felt a surge of caution.
The Grand Elder believed the Silent Daoist had reason to cause him trouble. The Silent Daoist had been taken to the mountain by the Third Brother when he was just a baby, becoming the youngest disciple. No one, be it the Master or the older brothers and sisters, had cared for a baby, so they had slowly learned how to manage.
The Grand Elder was skilled in dream spells, and when the Silent Daoist was restless as a child, unable to sleep, he had used his magic to help him slumber peacefully.
Once the Silent Daoist grew old enough to cultivate, he would often doze off during practice. The Grand Elder then used his dream spells to startle him awake. Perhaps he had been too scary, as the Silent Daoist had lingering psychological shadows to this day.
Seeing the Grand Elder's wariness, the seven other elders beckoned him, saying, "Big Senior Brother, come in quickly! We’re just missing you for hotpot!"