I am a stone that has been cultivated for thousands of years and is about to transform. A group of tomb robbers dug through my cave, took my sleeping body as an ancient sacred stone, and sold it to a rich man at a high price. The grandson of a rich man is a science fiction fan. He secretly sent me to the National Academy of Sciences because he said I was an alien meteorite. Now I am lying among a group of top scientists, being scanned by various instruments, listening to them discuss whether to use slices for research. I was panicking and waiting online. How could I make them believe that I was just a stone spirit trying to cultivate immortality?
