After learning himself for a while, Tyler was able to teach that junior brother of his. It had been a few weeks already since Tyler spent his afternoons at Shen Qiu's place, teaching the guy how to fight. Even though Shen Qiu wasn't able to get hold of any spiritual weapon yet, this junior could still practice to his heart's content.
The first day, Shen Qiu hadn't expected anything from his senior brother. So he had dully walked out of his house with his useless sword and stood before his senior martial brother for a long time before opening his mouth. "Senior martial brother, you don't have to bother. I know I would lose."
Author's theatre~~
ML, walking to Tyler and pushing Shen Qiu off of the flying fan: "He's mine!"
Shen Qiu, scratching his head in confusion: "Okay, but you're mine."
Tyler, glaring at the two of them: "Get out of here!"